This is a song about "Auto repair"

She broken beyond repair/ hoping with a prayer

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

Bricks, cement and mortar couldn't repair the damage i caused her,

I'm playing cody, smoking stogies, make the rhythm better

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

And i can admire your body but your mind is much deeper

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes

For repair i've mastered the airways spitting faster then sound waves

Dmv that's on me no days off i don't sleep

I am the grand in grand theft auto street

Grand theft auto: vice city too

Dear sweetheart, wassup boo

You know i’m better off without you

Grand theft auto: vice city too