This is a song about "Glass onion"

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

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

Any nigga that step gets cut volcanic glass,

All she thinking bout is how to take his last

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class

The truth cuts through his heart feels like glass

Dash to the door, smash past the oxidized glass

It got to be a lot of shit in your ass

Up until i hit glass

Plagiarized swag, may arrive last

At it with glass- what matters?

Now you got a masters

Shut your face before this vase is glass

And i got that drive and she just might crash

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

You feel like kool-aid in a wine glass