This is a song about "Glass"

Your life is a product of trash

Front and get your lungs broke, shattered like glass

Shut your face before this vase is glass

So chase the air hide your stash

Tap the glass lightly then crescendo

We magnetizing the ghetto

Feels like getting stabbed in the back with shards of glass

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

You bitches get a lot of spots on your ass

Any nigga that step gets cut volcanic glass,

While i'm rubbing on that ass

With shards of ice and glass

Fell asleep in first class

Smash them like some window glass

Up until i hit glass

...that's all i have