This is a song about "Great time"

You can't learn if mistakes ain't made

It seemed everything was great

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

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

So hopefully i would become great

I’m letting all my niggas grab a plate

Make sure to give them my all

Great big eyeballs, my insides crawl

//me and great the king slayer

Took the van, went snatch her

Play this shit while you contemplate

Exhibitions that's exponentially great//

High: that's why they call us planes

All created by three great brains

Before a nigga finish put in the work

In that time i'll be just great being a bastard,