This is a song about "Vault of glass"

Still i'm mackin i'm rackin up a fuckin bank vault too

And what’s worse is before this, i had worshiped you

Said i'll return but i gotta fight the fate's arrived

Running out of time your hour glass collided with my ill mind,

Just feel like locking myself in a vault

Bring the remainin' red and white pieces to the fort

I just open up easier when i talk through a mic

You know the type of bitches that fell in love with that glass dick

And i got that drive and she just might crash

Following footprints with a magnifying glass

Fell asleep in first class

Your always breaking glass

Fresh to death, swallow bleach, wine glass of mr. clean

D.c. about to blow, we know cause we the guillotine

With tears of laughter, but watch ya mouth when you spit glass hits in my direction bitch,

Well give me grab iti was born inside a love zonewith a glock-nine young marriage