This is a song about "Glass"

But girl you’re special like i met you in the slow class

Feels like getting stabbed in the back with shards of 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

Poppin purple tagsshow my face for cash

Drink sacacha for me, pour me a glass,

Niggas talk with limited service

Unlike glass, you cant shatter us

There’s a glass ceiling to break, uh huh

Make her surrender &reconsider real nigga

Yesterday's irrelevant so raise your glass and celebrate

Your bitch only like you cause she thinks you getting paid

My bitches is perfect, i tell 'em boxing for your ass

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

I could spend my whole life tryna get cash

Following footprints with a magnifying glass