This is a song about "Great"

Till i'm well-paid, bail's paid

Of pleasure, jill you did great

//me and great the king slayer

"contemplate", i wrote about her

Great big eyeballs, my insides crawl

By the phone, no call

Of course they all hate

To destroy something so great

For the occasion, paper planes

All created by three great brains

You got an energy inside to be great

Honey is always the one i'mma call late

Being a dad, you weren't that great,

H2o flow and i don't hold gate

Too bad i'm pretty great,

Wu-tang gangbanged it, meth ate