This is a song about "Shards"

Shards, everything is just a house of manic cards.

Rule had a run, couple movie parts

Baby, you know who you are

These shards from the broken mirror

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

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

Feels like getting stabbed in the back with shards of glass

On the phone. 10 years he got, chasin' that cash

Caramel macchiatos when shawty get into work

Using shards to cook others from broken lyrics i shattered.

Crawls right down the crack of your ass

With shards of ice and glass

Tire marks, tire marks

To show the broken shards

Its somethin they never get, but fuck it i represent

Shrapnel bones and fucking glass shards ripping through your chest