This is a song about "Glass"

Gotta make that cash

And ill shatter you like glass

Does a stripper love to shake that ass

Drink sacacha for me, pour me a glass,

The truth cuts through his heart feels like glass

Private plane tsa can kiss my ass

Sometimes i feel so worthless

Unlike glass, you cant shatter us

Yesterday's irrelevant so raise your glass and celebrate

I'm a winner, fish in my crib, i got a winter lake

Yo, i'm seventeen, already sniffing blow

Tap the glass lightly then crescendo

Feels like getting stabbed in the back with shards of glass

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

You can't be wiping your ass

Shut your face before this vase is glass