This is a song about "Glass"

Me and my nigga wale let them suckas pass

Drink sacacha for me, pour me a glass,

You feel like kool-aid in a wine glass

Right cash, pretty girls nice ass

Beautiful are thou, africa

There’s a glass ceiling to break, uh huh

Up until i hit glass

Lights will flash, cars will crash

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

Any nigga that step gets cut volcanic glass,

Smash them like some window glass

I can get straight to the cash

Yesterday's irrelevant so raise your glass and celebrate

Where every recipient, property of the state