This is a song about "Alexander the great"

Giving me the passion, to go to really great lengths/

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

//me and great the king slayer

How simple they are

Den i tell that ho ain't no coming back

Phoma you'd be great just keep the (pop) gat

Picasso without paint i'm /great like the dividing range/*

And i'm driving a unicorn, plus my bitch is strange

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

Yet i managed to escape, call it the great escape, im great gastby, i got a cape,

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

Watch the great life take the wayside and just the sickness remains

For me to show them why the crowd a screaming "clever is great"

Minus the love, they feel like i was something to hate