This is a song about "For auto rap"

You tried to go for a rap champ,

Two white cups and i got that drank

One rap to repent for all your sins

Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons

I pray the lord my guns to keep

I am the grand in grand theft auto street

I'm young, black, gifted, live my life on the run

Cause that rap ain't gotta be for fun

I won't apologize for writing a sad rap,

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that

And you're poised for fueling tragic, happenings if you dare rap against

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead