This is a song about "Great condinice"

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

Cause i'm doing great, by myself,

Verse 1 (great da king slayer):

And i ain't frontin for her

I found a formula that's great

Tonight no pitchers, everything's straight

My money fourth and long, but you do not get to throw

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

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

And ejaculate, it feels great

Soaring at a great height

And if i want to go outside

It really sounded great

I get my paper, y'all just hate