This is a song about "Throwing stones in a glass house"

I'll break their jaw like a glass don't worry it'll happen in a flash

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

We ain't having ittime to tear this shit back, ghetto children kick back

I eat you like a afternoon snack, and i pour in the side glass some jack/

I want to fight the music on this one

Shit, six bitches in a crack-house kitchen

You feel like kool-aid in a wine glass

Plagiarized swag, may arrive last

Grow it in my red house

Hundred k in twenty-two hours

You feel it from your head to your toes

All these grave stones are kept in clean little rows,

All these grave stones are kept in clean little rows,

Actually i like a broad that can bag hoes