This is a song about "Gran theft auto"

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

They mastered legalized theft, they call it income tax

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

Its somethin they never get, but fuck it i represent

I am the grand in grand theft auto street

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

Theft and never looked back then turned to the angle of attack.

You been aching for that cuz what they playing on the station is wack

And i ain't never left

They make your life a fucking theft

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

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

I'ma make it hurt take a turn and call it dissatisfied theft

Selling my assets, i'm so damn illegal that i need to be arrest