This is a song about "Glory boys"

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

When a rapper's tryna catch a flash of glory.

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

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

Wait barbies arnt for boys,

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

I think found where your mind was

Just show them boys whos boss

I told myself that i would play it cool

The old boys' club in an all-boys school

Im the untold story of how one raps for glory

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Don't mess with j-dot or you'll get sent up to glory

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

Pardon that jargon but since i'm balling they getting salty

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