This is a song about "Glass"

Cappin' boy, cooking crack, at the same damn time

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.

Feels like getting stabbed in the back with shards of glass

Felt like the towers when the planes went on crash

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

Dash to the door, smash past the oxidized glass

You feel like kool-aid in a wine glass

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class

Crawls right down the crack of your ass

With shards of ice and glass

At it with glass- what matters?

The richest place on earth

You feel like kool-aid in a wine glass

Brains off the chain, smart mouth with a dumb ass

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