This is a song about "Glass walls"

That makes threemy laywers getting cash up the ass

Drink sacacha for me, pour me a glass,

Black fours red drop head doors

Banging bitches on my walls

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

I'll have shit spraying through the walls.

They left the keys to the brand new porsche

I'm allowed to be me within these four walls

The walls crumblin' down, tumblin' down

I'm the talk of the town

This demon's dick rips through anything, including vaginal walls

Tryna see if real lyric spittin can buy me a porsche

I stand six feet tall when i'm sideways walking on walls

Ironic cause your lipstick is red, of course