This is a song about "Greats"

She call me daddy like a nigga puff

I looked up to the greats in the sky above

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

Here i go writing raps against the modern greats

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

Cum again, invite 'em if you have any fun friends

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

Geechi on her, came back: a million chains

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

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

Releasing these demons on a page, i escape, keeping the chains

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

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

And when you know you a catch it’s hard to pass up these bitches