This is a song about "Glass"

And i am real

Always keep my glass here

So chase the air hide your stash

With shards of ice and glass

Shut your face before this vase is glass

You after me, huh? i'm after cash

Churches with dirty pastors my people pass the collection plate

Yesterday's irrelevant so raise your glass and celebrate

Why probe our ass

Up until i hit glass

You feel like kool-aid in a wine glass

Ff-fuck outta here, thats how they gettin gas

Except she's got a little more ass

You feel like kool-aid in a wine glass

But money never lasts, in fact it's only last

Feels like getting stabbed in the back with shards of glass