This is a song about "Glory boys"

The old boys' club in an all-boys school

A pool full of spit, dive in, i'm bout to drool

Restoring the glory that rappers used to have/

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

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

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

Addicted like boys on needles,

It's been three years since we went and fell from glory,

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

Wait barbies arnt for boys,

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

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

Pull the pound, up and down, turn yourself around shorty

Im the untold story of how one raps for glory