This is a song about "Shards"

But more than not, and with prolly a whole lot less than the start

And chip shards off your skull to lay you face down like a flipped card

And chip shards off your skull to lay you face down like a flipped card

Rebellion and defiance makes my muthafuckin' cock hard

Optimism - wishin' make you too content

Shrapnel bones and fucking glass shards ripping through your chest

All on the furniture with no regards

Shards, everything is just a house of manic cards.

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

These shards from the broken mirror

If i dont bag i’ll be thinking bout your ass

Feels like getting stabbed in the back with shards of glass

While i'm rubbing on that ass

With shards of ice and glass

Pictures of you on my wall no glue, no tape but just cum plastered

Using shards to cook others from broken lyrics i shattered.