This is a song about "Glass"

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.

Welcome to organized crime

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

Feels like getting stabbed in the back with shards of glass

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

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

Always keep my glass here

I dont really shakespeare

But i let off everything i have

You feel like kool-aid in a wine glass

Drink sacacha for me, pour me a glass,

Baby, you got that super bass

Yesterday's irrelevant so raise your glass and celebrate

Your bitch only like you cause she thinks you getting paid

Your always breaking glass

Private plane tsa can kiss my ass