This is a song about "Glass"

Just know you hatin on that nigga, nigga get it straight

Yesterday's irrelevant so raise your glass and celebrate

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

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

You feel like kool-aid in a wine glass

And when it come to the cash

You feel like kool-aid in a wine glass

No one-half and i hate math

That makes threemy laywers getting cash up the ass

Front and get your lungs broke, shattered like glass

I'm hurtin ur feelins and burnin ur ass ur fragile like glass

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

Gotta make that cash

With shards of ice and glass

How the fuck you wipe your ass

Your always breaking glass