This is a song about "Great times"

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

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

Till i'm well-paid, bail's paid

To destroy something so great

Said off so many times, writers block, its hard times

I'm standing on the field full of land mines

Uhh, addicts arise, when i arrive

I apologized a trillion times

I’m letting all my niggas grab a plate

And ejaculate, it feels great

And i ain't frontin for her

Verse 1 (great da king slayer):

Low income no bills getting paid

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

So hopefully i would become great

God damn i'm starvin' and i just ate