This is a song about "Great expectations"

Too bad i'm pretty great,

What you call hate

Great music comes in twos

Or 5'2" hoopers in light shoes

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

Either take me in heaven and understand i was a sheep

You got an energy inside to be great

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

Intentions higher than my expectations will forever be underachiever

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

Early adapters agree they all late

Exhibitions that's exponentially great//

It seemed everything was great

You can't learn if mistakes ain't made

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

Cause i'm doing great, by myself,