glory for my dad

im looking for glory i don't think I'll still be alive at 40 leave the crime scene gory here's my story struggle started when i was born to get me out they had to break my bones my biological father couldn't give a shit he was off somewhere on his own 1 year old mum left him 2 and a half years old i meet my real dad the ending is so sad cause he died and the one who let his hoe do things i won't mention but it makes me wanna try suicide again so im fighting for glory for my dad, make him proud, i am bad, i am loud, im smoking crack blowing clouds one day i wanna play for a massive crowd who loves every sound wear the crown. i got a 67 on my wrist to honour his gift, of love when he didn't have to i got a list of people responsible for his death and know im coming after you point blank with a .22 i keep in my shoe just incase i need to draw my deauce no shit i hop on the mic and i spit glory for my dad, if i make it big imma buy my mum everything she never had, buy back the family house and grow pot in the basement and if my grandpa don't rat, not even a mouse then every harvest he gets an ounce and no more fear of a debit card bounce, I'll have a Juggalo chain, the hatchet man himself a full troy ounce and buy myself a deagle incase some little kid try to roll me, wait in an ally then pounce but i but the barrel in his mouth, in kerosene you are doused, tie up your whole family and burn down the house