This is a song about "Great japan"

Snatched, wrapped 'n' crammed in saran, shipped to japan,

But you done got thick on a nigga, god damn

I found a formula that's great

I got six clips to the fuckin' duct tape

Low income no bills getting paid

It seemed everything was great

And i ain't got what it takes

All created by three great brains

//me and great the king slayer

You know...you know who you are

Talk sharp like a razor blade

To destroy something so great

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

I caught a felony loving the way the guns blow

I got twelve hundred kicks, them straight from japan

We on a world tour, wale your man