This is a song about "Glass"

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

At it with glass- what matters?

Except she's got a little more ass

Just put your hand on the glass

You feel like kool-aid in a wine glass

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

My bitches is perfect, i tell 'em boxing for your ass

Feels like getting stabbed in the back with shards of glass

Yesterday's irrelevant so raise your glass and celebrate

Uhh, can it be fatethat makes a sick muthafucka break

Following footprints with a magnifying glass

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

With shards of ice and glass

Your life is a product of trash