This is a song about "The great gatsby"

From great to great the king slayer, with this introduction you'd wish you're never superior

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

Wait what if it was the "great"'s ghost on

Flower bomb, matter fact she on that bong

And the future hold a great blast

Whether you rhyme slow or the beat fast

Some live great while the rest just live in fear

I would speed chase but nothing is in the clear

Would the great christ come back

You got reason to brag

Shit this rap is so great, great the king slayer cant compete,

But little old me with the few facts that i speak

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

Im above the a-list for these great dictators

And a fist full of money give it to a fifth grade

In this rap game i'm be known as obvious power the great,