This is a song about "Glass walkway in china cracks beneath tourists"

House and then the mini flat apartment in the city cracks,

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class

You feel like kool-aid in a wine glass

Framed stain-glass windows with white widows closing in/

Permanently focused, learning while i'm going

But i don’t knock you i just blame it on your old head, rats

Everybody shutters as they hear the whip cracks

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love

You dick-less pieces of shit are just hip hop tourists

Beneath the surface in dungeons where they creep in,

High off life? my nigga not even

When you rapping how you rapping, bitches pack up and leave

In the glass runs dry- but i have hope and i have dreams-

Beneath the mist, chillin in the hidden valley

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see