This is a song about "Glass"

There’s a glass ceiling to break, uh huh

Obie trice, pour out a lil' liquor nigga

Yaknowhati'msayin? you need to be on first class

Following footprints with a magnifying glass

You can't be wiping your ass

You feel like kool-aid in a wine 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

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

That makes threemy laywers getting cash up the ass

Feels like getting stabbed in the back with shards of glass

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

Tap the glass lightly then crescendo

Know you haters is pissed hold your bladder though

Up until i hit glass

I can barely wipe my ass