DP - Glass Casket [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Hook]
No watch on my right hand
Never sleep without a Glock on my nightstand
Chopper in my right hand
Praying God forgive me
Praying God forgive me

[Verse 1]
Bad little Tyler was a tad bit off his rocker
Upon birth, put the Glock to the doctor
Told him take me to the pharmacy
I need Percocet and Oxy's
To distribute to the drugged out mommas
I need a profit
Gotta cop that Megatron
Fast forward ten years
I need a cop a fire arm
That .38 was at my waist side
Momma never knew I had that work inside the bate line
And I ain't lying
I think it's time I tell her
That a baby boy clocking more number than a ledger
Allegedly selling ecstasy to adolescents
Need a bison fur coat for cold storms
That I done weathered

[Hook 2]
And now with a watch on my right hand
Never sleep without a Glock on my nightstand
Chopper in my right hand
Praying God forgive me
Praying God forgive me

[Verse 2]
I heard these niggas was speaking ill on my name lately
Well that's fine the Glock 9 leave they minds vacant
Only traces of blood from earth to heavens basement
Bloody stainless and the same hands I pray with
Stature of 5' 9" but I walk like I'm May 6th
And the world full of angles, these niggas rather be plaintiffs
Working with the law, might as well be the bailiff
Campaigning for these crackers, fucking male Sarah Paylin's
For a second I can't take it
But like a fat bitch in them jeans I seen them make fit
I'm bringing flavor to the tasteless
Supplying style to the brand, name-less
Until they got him on some burn em at the stake shit
Mind state structure crooked like it need braces
I need a mil to forget the ridicule and anguish
I move with criminals who's patience is minimal
With more time then money
So really that ain't shit to lose

[Hook 2]