This is a song about "Night of broken glass"

Who endorse them, should pull the plug and stick a fork in them

Tough pill to swallow like broken glass and cinnamon

Like night of the living dead

Code red, which means you go red

I know your man ain't lovin you right

Rerunning through the events of this fine night

Selling white, selling mid, at the same damn time

To have another half of glass of wine, sound asinine

It got to be a lot of shit in your ass

See her man face-to-face through the broken glass//

Still got the complete set of glass in the case

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

And to tell you the truth i gotta ride

Lost of all words, forgetting its night,