This is a song about "Glass tables"

Your always breaking glass

Cause you're most likely to crash

She gon' shake that little ass while they rain with that cash

Any nigga that step gets cut volcanic glass,

Tap the glass lightly then crescendo

That's why she in the club like fuck it, though

Then i redecorated, that meant the tables turned.

I know it's hard but who does god choose to go through it worst

The truth cuts through his heart feels like glass

When you let that nigga grab your naked ass

Drink sacacha for me, pour me a glass,

But money never lasts, in fact it's only last

Penncounting pennys over tha years

At it with glass- what matters?

Hasheem thabeet and various other peoples

So much that i think about just breaking tables