This is a song about "Conceit"

Just intentions to impress you, if capable

Being a father grand father and an uncle,

Until these women get the notion that they runnin' the game

I hope you studied because he's testing your faith again

You're my grand prize only on my second try

Tried to warn the little nigga either stop or die

Account overdraft what i got this debit for

Bet you had no idea i was a walking danger.

To the same kiss ass guys 'n, who have no idea who was the first to comply it

Bitch i can't let goi been strugglin' too long, thuggin' too longand niggas is stealing my shit

When thugs crynow i lay me down to sleep

I am the grand in grand theft auto street

It was a bad idea to take that straitjacket off me

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Back-flips off the edge of the grand canyon

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun