This is a song about "The great one"

Only got one chance to make a great tape aint no retakes, aint no bonuses,

Then im off by the morning i dont no these hoes im just another recordin this

On tours, we straight making sure lawyer fees paid

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

Bad bitches waving at me, real niggas salute

No one hates you they think your a great dude

Back to square one again, watching these titties wobbling with great,

I'm spittin hungry like ain't shit up on my dinner plate

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

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

Just because bigc be the great rhyme sayer

Or something that you paid for

Where every recipient, property of the state

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

I just write that right by a mic stand

And the future hold a great blast