This is a song about "Great times"

You better get with the times

I used to have a nine to five

Roll up niggas be like sex

Cause i'm doing great, by myself,

I found a formula that's great

All dem niggas gonna hate

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

Don't murder me murder me, killa a nigga in his sleep

Those are not my dreams, i'll be straight

It really sounded great

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

Cop a car, new estate

And wait, you think you're so "great"

J. cole runnin' late

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

To destroy something so great