This is a song about "Vault of glass"

No one-half and i hate math

Your always breaking glass

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

Bars crazy of course i'm living the dream

Green windows looking like they're made of stained glass, gothic

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

I get a rush like i'm tweekin off blow

Tap the glass lightly then crescendo

Without a doubt, a sure-fire way to get your mother fucked

Is the sound of fear and some broken glass as a bullet just traveled

Attempt burglary, attempt theft you just begun

The twist of the glass pipe, became their clear vision.

Couple of ‘em dimes, but all my hoes is hard to find

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

Up until i hit glass

Baby, you got that super bass