This is a song about "The great obama"

Jt: didn't get a gift for her

//me and great the king slayer

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

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

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

When their in the state of beind down while others are great

And the future hold a great blast

Follow your heart you’ll make that fast

Most niggas love nothin' so i made this tape

If there was no guns in the world, that'd be great

Not dc, this whole fuckin' genre

I'm runnin this obama

Just because bigc be the great rhyme sayer

I'm gettin discouraged with her