This is a song about "Your great"

Finished mean done, and done mean dead

'great' gave you false praise and it got to your head

I let her decorate the real estate

I found a formula that's great

I'm a great white...your merely a mackerel with no insight,

I just think i need one night, slightly more if it's done right

Exhibitions that's exponentially great//

Had to say it twice, its gettin' late

Tonight no pitchers, everything's straight

And wait, you think you're so "great"