This is a song about "The great obama"

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

But most niggas love nothin' so i made this tape

Just because bigc be the great rhyme sayer

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

//me and great the king slayer

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Creates this so called obama-care, takin' all the tax payer's money

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

Rae took on the date with the purple tape

And get a hall pass for this class-act shit

I can say the day obama got elected

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