This is a song about "Sure great"

Too bad i'm pretty great,

You can't learn if mistakes ain't made

So now she picks up the gun

We are on a great run

So hopefully i would become great

Had to say it twice, its gettin' late

But i don't care, ain't it great?

All dem niggas gonna hate

All created by three great brains

Never the gold, i wanted gold plated chains

I'm everything that they call nice

An they reply with great ease

I'm sure that lucifer, randy, and great won't get sick of me,

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

They got me trapped

It's sure to be the last