This is a song about "Glass tables"

Any nigga that step gets cut volcanic glass,

Lord lord forgive us, personality clash

You bitches get a lot of spots on your ass

You feel like kool-aid in a wine glass

It's going down in history, the way i valet two doors

Would make you swallow more balls than tables at pool halls

Shut your face before this vase is glass

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

I can get straight to the cash

Smash them like some window glass

Private plane tsa can kiss my ass

Your always breaking glass

Tap the glass lightly then crescendo

Bitch i'm dope but my pipe is so yellow

Let me wipe my nose with these rappers

At it with glass- what matters?