This is a song about "Great"

My pockets got paper on paper

Verse 1 (great da king slayer)

To destroy something so great

At an extremly alarming rate

Those are not my dreams, i'll be straight

It really sounded great

High: that's why they call us planes

All created by three great brains

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

She said it really dont matter if its real though

That's why this my mission statement, bitch get it straight

You got an energy inside to be great

And everything after nautilus ain't a beat

Shit this rap is so great, great the king slayer cant compete,

New york, va, dc, get paid

It seemed everything was great