This is a song about "Gran theft auto"

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

I got el gran santro watching me

Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went

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

But i don’t knock you i just blame it on your old head, rats

They mastered legalized theft, they call it income tax

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

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

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

The best journeyacres of land and swimming pools and all that

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

Theft of a man's chest it's like gangs test and exams

Or just another one of my black jesus traps