This is a song about "Glass"

How the fuck you wipe your ass

The truth cuts through his heart feels like glass

Unlike glass, you cant shatter us

The critics are calling me conscious

Just put your hand on the glass

Got my foot on the gas

But i let off everything i have

Drink sacacha for me, pour me a glass,

Shut your face before this vase is glass

She graduated top of the class

So much class, double d’s and ass

With shards of ice and glass

Yesterday's irrelevant so raise your glass and celebrate

Uhh, can it be fatethat makes a sick muthafucka break