This is a song about "Glory boys"

Another dead woman,another bad boys

Collabs i write are "dope" to me, even though there's no points,

Thats just how the story goes chasing faded glory

The dips, consulted by the son of malachi york, doggy

You don't mess with 12, my boys

Simply out of this world by choice

Resort to playing before i bring the glory/

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

It's about a little peasant who was just looking for glory

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

It's about a little peasant who was just looking for glory

Us bitches are learning to run these boys

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

So i'll sit here in purgatory, waiting for my morning glory,

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see