This is a song about "Great gran"

Or something that you paid for

Verse 1 (great da king slayer):

Soaring at a great height

These hoes ain't acting right

I'm laughing; you couldn't wait to escape

I found a formula that's great

Cause i'm doing great, by myself,

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

That damier bag i bought her

//me and great the king slayer

Never the gold, i wanted gold plated chains

All created by three great brains

God damn i'm starvin' and i just ate

But i don't care, ain't it great?

Of pleasure, jill you did great

A 45 trey deuce spade sprayed, you stayed