This is a song about "Gran theft auto"

When i cock the beam back, i'm aiming for supreme hats

They mastered legalized theft, they call it income tax

Grand theft auto: vice city too

'cuz they don’t smile or smell like you

I'm spotted on different beaches, cohiba smoking reefer

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

Went to the store and got caught for theft

Half your body laying on my chest

I am the grand in grand theft auto street

For the whole week, no time for cold feet

And dad left, uncle is in jail for theft. yeah, we're fucking blessed.

Sorry mark i don’t want offend your sisters good friend

And the ladies, they lay me, they crazy

I got el gran santro watching me