This is a song about "Glass"

With shards of ice and glass

How the fuck you wipe your ass

Following footprints with a magnifying glass

1st class hermes, panamera, purp pass

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

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

Drink sacacha for me, pour me a glass,

Rolling while im blowing this stash

Cause you're most likely to crash

Shut your face before this vase is glass

'09 gold diggers, walkin with a different path

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

Gotta make that cash

And ill shatter you like glass

Front and get your lungs broke, shattered like glass

I could spend my whole life tryna get cash