This is a song about "Glass"

You feel like kool-aid in a wine glass

If i dont bag i’ll be thinking bout your ass

Just put your hand on the glass

While i'm rubbing on that ass

Shut your face before this vase is glass

Except she's got a little more ass

Fuck barack’s change, we’d rather talk milian’s hair

Fill a glass, discussing universal healthcare

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

Yaknowhati'msayin? you need to be on first class

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

I don't sprint just boost when i feel

Always keep my glass here

And when it come to the cash

With shards of ice and glass