This is a song about "Glass house"

While i'm rubbing on that ass

Shut your face before this vase is glass

At it with glass- what matters?

Now you got a masters

I could spend my whole life tryna get cash

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

You feel like kool-aid in a wine glass

1st class hermes, panamera, purp pass

Baby got that super bass

And ill shatter you like glass

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

I'm hurtin ur feelins and burnin ur ass ur fragile like glass

With shards of ice and glass

Baby, you got that super bass