This is a song about "The great papal schism"

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight

Im writing this shit off the dome but its going great

You’re on neon lights in my bank

And the future hold a great blast

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

Drink a fifth of hennessy and then take another fade

Straight geechi on her, came back with eighty chains

I hate all yall, i hate law and hate the great lakes

She never ready to go so she forever come

Projecting bad energy will hold you in schism

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

Watch the great life take the wayside and just the sickness remains

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

A million home sellers couldn't find a realer state

If they ain’t talking bout paper

//me and great the king slayer