This is a song about "Sure great"

I'm larry david, gimme my paper

Verse 1 (great da king slayer):

Exhibitions that's exponentially great//

Mostly cause niggas hate you, tryin to fill up your plate

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

Being a dad, you weren't that great,

So hopefully i would become great

City national bank evolve into shape

To destroy something so great

Talk sharp like a razor blade

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

I get my paper, y'all just hate

Been stunting since teen wearing something obscene joe

[g] great gestures gear towards great guidance, geronimo,

That don’t mean i’ma stunt her

//me and great the king slayer