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

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

All these grave stones are kept in clean little rows,

There’s a house on fuller street that they say he moved in

Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion

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

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

Never caused disturbance not even impertinence in his class never broke a piece of glass

Cause in the dope game, niggas'll die 'fore they go broke mayneanother hustler makin' major cash

Mr. i-don't-give-a-fuck-about-you what they callin' him

She was wearing a black dress with stilletos tossing stones in the ocean

Stack in his hand trynna make that last

You feel like kool-aid in a wine glass

Liven in a house made out of mud dirt and rain

The golf wang hooligans, is fucking up the school again

Big homie hov said i am close

All these grave stones kept in clean little rows,