This is a song about "Greats"

This ain't mine, it's ricky, but shhh don't tell my bitches

The greats have passed, our time at last, the hero is/

Leave it to the greats, this comeback elevates me to the level of bill gates/

Back to my life application, you might think i'm happy, with this good fucking grades

She can only take so much more than her heart got

And the rest of the greats, i’ll make my way to the top,

To em, big, pac and jay, they were my top in greats

Wale, more times than not, am not for whom the air waves

Not too many options when you coming from the projects

To rest my skills amongst the greats, hope rap god gives me strength

Here i go writing raps against the modern greats

And i don't take these bitches out, i make pajama dates

And stab bruno mars in his goddamn esophagus

I looked up to the greats in the sky above