This is a song about "Glass tables"

Always keep my glass here

I don't sprint just boost when i feel

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

Following footprints with a magnifying glass

So much that i think about just breaking tables

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

You, you and you're saying "shit, i been had that

The tables have turned, now i'm the favorite

You feel like kool-aid in a wine glass

Cause you're most likely to crash

Drink a fifth of hennessy and then take another fade

Yesterday's irrelevant so raise your glass and celebrate

At it with glass- what matters?

Now you got a masters

Any nigga that step gets cut volcanic glass,

See youse a nasty girl, wit yo fine ass