This is a song about "Glass"

1st class hermes, panamera, purp pass

The truth cuts through his heart feels like glass

Drink sacacha for me, pour me a glass,

Stack in his hand trynna make that last

I was watching, remote pleaseniggas want what they can't have

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

That girl’s an alien and if i die before i wake

Yesterday's irrelevant so raise your glass and celebrate

At it with glass- what matters?

I got a lot of manners

Me and my nigga wale let them suckas pass

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

Shut your face before this vase is glass

Bring your pen and your weed stash