This is a song about "The great muta"

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

Top dropped down, black on black

Would the great christ come back

Yet i managed to escape, call it the great escape, im great gastby, i got a cape,

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

*stuck on hook, but i like the rest, comment would be great*

No days off is time gone, trying to get my paper straight

Im writing this shit off the dome but its going great

Drink a fifth of hennessy and then take another fade

Just because bigc be the great rhyme sayer

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

Going off you know, the great gatsby

I just want somebody i can see

For me to show them why the crowd a screaming "clever is great"

It's way too lateand if i got to die young then it's just my fate