This is a song about "Glass"

And i got that drive and she just might crash

Drink sacacha for me, pour me a glass,

Shut your face before this vase is glass

And when it come to the cash

While i'm rubbing on that ass

Up until i hit glass

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

Tap the glass lightly then crescendo

I've been fly, i'd could probably show

If it's wet enough i might just need a wine glass

See youse a nasty girl, wit yo fine ass

Always keep my glass here

I only roll with the real