This is a song about "Great"

It seemed everything was great

A 45 trey deuce spade sprayed, you stayed

Cause i'm doing great, by myself,

I'm on deck i'm up next

Apparentally it make you argue morethe more things you throw

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

By the phone, no call

Great big eyeballs, my insides crawl

Soaring at a great height

See i can put down the pipe

And ejaculate, it feels great

We both teenagers with the same mind state

We are on a great run

Baby you're the one