This is a song about "Glimpse"

The look of no hope on my niggas' faces

Take a look at my girl, take a good glimpse

This is known as a classic, yeah that chapped lips crack shit

Window is open, cold as snow, no glimpse of a blanket

I’m stuntin’ the ferragamo, i’m running that medal pace

A hazy glimpse of what's to come in the ensuing days/

Pure lyrics heres a glimpse lost who i was no fingertips

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

What i would do for a glimpse of your nipples

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

I'm acting brand new, let me check my schedule

Now you've had a glimpse inside the ill mind of dan bull

I'm hopped up on it, it won't go away

There's no glimpse or ray, no simple way