This is a song about "Glass"

That makes threemy laywers getting cash up the ass

Following footprints with a magnifying glass

Smash them like some window glass

Does a stripper love to shake that ass

Tap the glass lightly then crescendo

Get you high, keep it on the low

So chase the air hide your stash

Up until i hit glass

Because i've broken more boys easy as shattering glass,

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

Fill a glass, discussing universal healthcare

And even if i do i know my momma gon be well

So much class, double d’s and ass

Front and get your lungs broke, shattered like glass

You can't be wiping your ass

Just put your hand on the glass