This is a song about "Glass"

Talking about the god you serve

At it with glass- what matters?

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

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

Always keep my glass here

Be yourself, just show me you're real

You feel like kool-aid in a wine glass

1st class hermes, panamera, purp pass

Goddamn your ex-man is a dumb ass

Dash to the door, smash past the oxidized glass

If it's wet enough i might just need a wine glass

On the phone. 10 years he got, chasin' that cash

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

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