This is a song about "Glass tables"

Drink sacacha for me, pour me a glass,

Why a black nigga take ass over class

This summer gone be mine though

Tap the glass lightly then crescendo

Ay sallie, i know i ain't been answering your calls

Would make you swallow more balls than tables at pool halls

You can't be wiping your ass

Smash them like some window glass

Any nigga that step gets cut volcanic glass,

When you let that nigga grab your naked ass

Slapping labels on foreheads and recording excuses in tables

Every time she catch feelings she go throw away the gloves

So we can stick around for as long as we can so we can enjoy this earth,

Be financially stable or busting tables for paper and caught the chasers.

Why probe our ass

Up until i hit glass