This is a song about "Glory hole"

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Niggas want the fame i want the glory

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

All black, khaki jumper, actin' a donkey

Do you get brains, did you make the honor roll

Or your closest friend gets put in a hole

I dont see a touchdown, arms up field goal

Suicide attempts in the hole

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

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

And we gotta win, she wanna be my friend

Feel like this glory road is coming to an end

Theres a hole in my pocket

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that