This is a song about "Glass tables"

You bitches get a lot of spots on your ass

Following footprints with a magnifying glass

Crawls right down the crack of your ass

The truth cuts through his heart feels like glass

She graduated top of the class

And ill shatter you like glass

Lights will flash, cars will crash

Up until i hit glass

You feel like kool-aid in a wine glass

Nickel bag full of sess weed laced with hash

Always keep my glass here

But reality shows ain't real

Unlike glass, you cant shatter us

See i'm breathing for a purpose

At it with glass- what matters?

Now you got a masters