This is a song about "My great uncle"

You said my verses weren't that great well shut up and listen

Barely breatin believin that the world is a prison

My path's in eight lanes, eight chains, great word play

Real nigga shit i gotta make it one day

Great big eyeballs, my insides crawl

The board ceo, i'm glad you all

How are you gonna diss me, you literally have zero props

So tell uncle johny to make some room, cuz you're bout get fucked by my bars

While i'm sayin' b.o.b's your uncle

I'm like roots, you a new shovel

My name is great coz i really am great, as bad as you are all you always do is hate

Its important we communicate, intentions to be forever but never cannot wait

She woke up naked and then cooked both of us breakfast

Drop this tape, make it great, that's what's on my checklist,

Being a father grand father and an uncle,

Count your baby daddy’s now, 2 and a possible