This is a song about "Glass pipe"

Poppin purple tagsshow my face for cash

Shut your face before this vase is glass

Lights will flash, cars will crash

Your always breaking glass

That's what rains for

I would rather pipe her

Hoe from behind whiles smoking a blunt and a pipe,

Cause them wolf gang niggas threw them off the bandwagon like

The richest place on earth

At it with glass- what matters?

See i wouldn’t wish success on my worst foe

Tap the glass lightly then crescendo

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

And lettin her ride the pipe like a fuckin taxi

Up until i hit glass

She graduated top of the class