This is a song about "Night of broken glass"

Makes you feel like you need to slit your arm with broken glass,

'09 gold diggers, walkin with a different path

Cuz when the press get this verse, their sure to press rewind

Running out of time your hour glass collided with my ill mind,

Definition of perfect/ nothing to worry about but mostly afraid of getting broken

That's why you cautious when i approached youbeen talking since you arrived, but not a word is spoken

Because i've broken more boys easy as shattering glass,

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

My real fans gon’ ridegot my own shoe, clothing line

To have another half of glass of wine, sound asinine

I ain't sayin' namesthey say the tape was really mine

That deadly green gas is capable of melting glass, and one time;

Bring your pen and your weed stash

With shards of ice and glass

I'm undeserving of, this broken heart casserole.

Chevy filled up on petrol, times like this i just roll