This is a song about "Auto repair"

Completely destroyed, beyond repair, living in despair

Nigga, i swear them lames ain’t know how to prepare

Like you never get right? sort of like a black sheep

I am the grand in grand theft auto street

Throw your gun in tha air

My conduct needs repair

Life's tryin to lap you

Grand theft auto: vice city too

O.g. nikes, my shoes so rare

Broken beyond repair,

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

Quit trying to be somebody's boss and be a leader

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

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Grand theft auto: vice city too

I'm after you bringing traffic through