This is a song about "Glass"

You bitches get a lot of spots on your ass

Drink sacacha for me, pour me a glass,

Yeah, maybach poetic genius

Unlike glass, you cant shatter us

You feel like kool-aid in a wine glass

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

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

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

If you know like i know, you should lie low

Tap the glass lightly then crescendo

Time to climb her, climb behind vagina

There’s a glass ceiling to break, uh huh

Front and get your lungs broke, shattered like glass

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

Ghost in the hook so real

Always keep my glass here