This is a song about "Auto"

Bird gangs, it was birds i flew

Grand theft auto: vice city too

Grand theft auto: vice city too

Your girlfriend trippin' on you

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Set in store through each sore formed by this semi-auto repeater

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

I am the grand in grand theft auto street

You talk like grand theft auto when you're just swiping wallets

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings