This is a song about "Shards"

Tv dinners, tampons, soy milk, paint thinner

These shards from the broken mirror

Brains off the chain, smart mouth with a dumb ass

Feels like getting stabbed in the back with shards of glass

With shards of ice and glass

You can't be wiping your ass

Using shards to cook others from broken lyrics i shattered.

Ain't heard a nigga thorough, it ain't perfect, but i work

You haters put up your guards

To show the broken shards

With shards of ice and glass

So chase the air hide your stash

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

And they wonder why these california earthquakes hit so hard

Shards, everything is just a house of manic cards.

You know how jay-z said he wasn't going for the charts