This is a song about "Vault of glass"

I could spend my whole life tryna get cash

Any nigga that step gets cut volcanic glass,

I can barely wipe my ass

Your always breaking glass

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

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

Just put your hand on the glass

So chase the air hide your stash

Drink sacacha for me, pour me a glass,

That makes threemy laywers getting cash up the ass

With shards of ice and glass

Got my foot on the gas

The shit, you can mention me if anybody ask you

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

I'll take you out shorty but let me know its mine

To have another half of glass of wine, sound asinine