This is a song about "Great"

Something worth dying for

Verse 1 (great da king slayer)

Too bad i'm pretty great,

They fasting they won't leave me ate

Our vision never changed, we self made

Being a dad, you weren't that great,

And wait, you think you're so "great"

Low income no bills getting paid

And that was when i was in the eighth grade

I found a formula that's great

[g] great gestures gear towards great guidance, geronimo,

We got stripes in my city, ain't none of my niggas yankees though

Taking my time, let me levitate

So hopefully i would become great

But for long time i had gone cold

Great, now i'm alone and zoned.