This is a song about "Glass"

You can't be wiping your ass

Up until i hit glass

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

Gotta make that cash

Just put your hand on the glass

Lord lord forgive us, personality clash

Any nigga that step gets cut volcanic glass,

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

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

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.

Guess im ahead of my time

I can always depend on my mama

There’s a glass ceiling to break, uh huh