This is a song about "Swannin on glass"

Shut your face before this vase is glass

A wise nigga told me don’t chase that cash

She gon' shake that little ass while they rain with that cash

Following footprints with a magnifying glass

There’s a glass ceiling to break, uh huh

Is written in our souls, africa

Drink sacacha for me, pour me a glass,

Plagiarized swag, may arrive last

Ff-fuck outta here, thats how they gettin gas

You feel like kool-aid in a wine glass

Your always breaking glass

So chase the air hide your stash

If it's wet enough i might just need a wine glass

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas