This is a song about "Glass"

Why probe our ass

With shards of ice and glass

You feel like kool-aid in a wine glass

Bring your pen and your weed stash

It's "cop fast and move that quickly" or cops crash

Any nigga that step gets cut volcanic glass,

Feels like getting stabbed in the back with shards of glass

Felt like the towers when the planes went on crash

Dash to the door, smash past the oxidized glass

All she thinking bout is how to take his last

Unlike glass, you cant shatter us

The critics are calling me conscious

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.

Oh, i was raised by the stop sign

The truth cuts through his heart feels like glass

I can get straight to the cash