This is a song about "Little things that make life great"

I do things right that the president wont, i make my prescence known,

But my vision has inclined to some interscope, and its home

I will work hard, outsmart you crap rappers, make myself great

Your bitch only like you cause she thinks you getting paid

I was born to do great things, i aint just speaking chatter

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Make ourselves a little deal

East coast, still them w's just raised up for real

Little did i know that life is not just about bad bitches, mad riches, got stitches

Just can't understand why we gettin respect nowmomma told me they're be days like this

Persevering they paint mental pictures of what things are in great detail

Turn into bitch ass niggasi'm sick of bein stuck in tha county jail

You accomplish something great, like little kid who didn't make no accident

But every other part of you make me wanna depart and

I thought that we could make great days ahead of us

I've mastered this ask of me, my raff ain't practice