Lyrically, “Glory” is exactly the sort of showing that solidifies Wayne as one of the greatest rappers of all time, a three verse onslaught of clever bars filled with wordplay and punchlines. “Unload the Glock profusely when sortin’ out confusion,” he spits. “Your motor mouth keep vroomin’, I’m goin’ Tony Stewart / I’m on the fluid, I’m ruined, I’m cold as Boston Bruins.” Bonus points for a hockey reference, a rarity in the rap game. In case it’s been a while since you last spent time with Free Weezy, be sure to seize the day and adjust your playlist accordingly.

QUOTABLE LYRICS

Pardon my mental, I’m higher than Continental
Went from flyin’ cockroaches to flyin’ without credentials
That’s private, tell the pilot, “Be quiet, we need our privacy”
Throw you off this bitch if you wired, justifiably