This is a song about "Glass"

Except she's got a little more ass

Front and get your lungs broke, shattered like glass

So chase the air hide your stash

The truth cuts through his heart feels like glass

Time to climb her, climb behind vagina

There’s a glass ceiling to break, uh huh

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

You feel like kool-aid in a wine glass

Does a stripper love to shake that ass

Shut your face before this vase is glass

Private plane tsa can kiss my ass

With shards of ice and glass

You feel like kool-aid in a wine glass

Right cash, pretty girls nice ass

Your always breaking glass

Cause you're most likely to crash