This is a song about "Great war"

And i don't run counters no more

But fuck with me, boy, that means war

It really sounded great

New york, va, dc, get paid

Might as well, mix it up. im a fashion whore

A perpendicular, angle of the clout war

Come and get us you prepare for war,

Turn it up a little more

H2o flow and i don't hold gate

Of pleasure, jill you did great

She leave her hair on the floor

Will i ever win the war

Honey is always the one i'mma call late

So hopefully i would become great

Fuck around, y'all gonna be up on the maury show

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