This is a song about "Great things"

I pray whenever i’m seen in my city i forever resemble braille

Persevering they paint mental pictures of what things are in great detail

And brutally doing things

Soon as the stooly sings

Hold it..now thank you for silence

Cause real niggas do real things

Who’s iller, i’ll wait

Of pleasure, jill you did great

It really sounded great

She self made, i'm self made

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

It's nothing but a motherfucking undefended free throw

I only got four minutes

Realising that world leans on things