This is a song about "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

Just put your hand on the glass

Does a stripper love to shake that ass

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class

Feels like getting stabbed in the back with shards of glass

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

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

Yesterday's irrelevant so raise your glass and celebrate

Mostly cause niggas hate you, tryin to fill up your plate

And now it's clear as this promise

Unlike glass, you cant shatter us

She graduated top of the class

Up until i hit glass

Smash them like some window glass

I can get straight to the cash