This is a song about "The glory of satan"

This story's about good days of glory,we don't even worry

Paintin perfect pictures ain't never worked, my misery

Assured of my own glory i won't ever change my story

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

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

The herald my world, satan will i hurl over a cliff

I’m popping now, every other hour, paparazzi come

Marvelous author in publications of satan

85. relative of satan,

Yeah bitch this date's done

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

But the beginning of this glory is quite gory let me tell my story

I spit fiery truth like the lakes of satan, and maybe by a,

Something like rihanna while i’m up in that vagina

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

Im the untold story of how one raps for glory