This is a song about "Glass"

Your life is a product of trash

Just put your hand on the glass

It's "cop fast and move that quickly" or cops crash

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

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

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

Unlike glass, you cant shatter us

Im so bonkas, im not conscious

Yo, i'm seventeen, already sniffing blow

Tap the glass lightly then crescendo

The richest place on earth

At it with glass- what matters?

With shards of ice and glass

While i'm rubbing on that ass

I'm hurtin ur feelins and burnin ur ass ur fragile like glass

Damn near look like a god damn dump truck on the back of your ass