This is a song about "Shards"

To show the broken shards

Please correct me, stretch marks

All on the furniture with no regards

Shards, everything is just a house of manic cards.

Cause i was never hesitant to represent

Shrapnel bones and fucking glass shards ripping through your chest

Don't try to compare this to anything you ever heard

Using shards to cook others from broken lyrics i shattered.

She bend it over, make that thing look like a work of art

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

She graduated top of the class

With shards of ice and glass

These shards from the broken mirror

Even if you not a stripper

Feels like getting stabbed in the back with shards of glass

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