This is a song about "Auto repair"

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

For honey, i will live, be a father for the kids

And 5-0 they work for us, walk the beat

I am the grand in grand theft auto street

And real bitches don't respect you

Grand theft auto: vice city too

My conduct needs repair

This is heaven on hell

But he push them whites in the hood like ray edmond was there

She broken beyond repair/ hoping with a prayer

Hatred in a heart already set on repair.

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

Another 5, eli won't even be there

I'm lost and gone beyond repair,