This is a song about "The great plains"

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

I’m letting all my niggas grab a plate

Just because bigc be the great rhyme sayer

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

That the world's in great depression

Catch you up on places i've been

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

Just because bigc be the great rhyme sayer

Phoma you'd be great just keep the (pop) gat

You, you, you have to pay for that

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

They ain't authentic, tell them i don’t even relate

To travel all the plains, and the plane within plains,

To be great, i'm giving it all it takes