This is a song about "Glass"

No one-half and i hate math

Drink sacacha for me, pour me a glass,

I see'em grillin, i ate it though

Tap the glass lightly then crescendo

Felt like the towers when the planes went on crash

The truth cuts through his heart feels like glass

Shut your face before this vase is glass

Rolling while im blowing this stash

Your always breaking glass

Crawls right down the crack of your ass

Unlike glass, you cant shatter us

Wood chain with a jesus

Any nigga that step gets cut volcanic glass,

Nickel bag full of sess weed laced with hash

Up until i hit glass

How the fuck you wipe your ass