This is a song about "Glory hunter"

I guess i met you for a reason only time could tell, but well

And if you're the 'king of the jungle', i'm the monarch hunter from hell,

Like a hunter killing a moose in the wild

Hoes gossip while the real niggas on the grind

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

Nigga so focused, shout out that ? a quarter six forty

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

Im the untold story of how one raps for glory

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

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

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

Look it something they can't ever see

Thats just how the story goes chasing faded glory

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

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

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