This is a song about "Glass tables"

But i let off everything i have

Any nigga that step gets cut volcanic glass,

Fill a glass, discussing universal healthcare

But he push them whites in the hood like ray edmond was there

Your always breaking glass

Gotta make that cash

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Keep those tables unstable/label common unable/

Crawls right down the crack of your ass

Shut your face before this vase is glass

Following footprints with a magnifying glass

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

I'm rolling a cigar, bob marley would endorse

Would make you swallow more balls than tables at pool halls

Bring your pen and your weed stash

You feel like kool-aid in a wine glass