This is a song about "Gran theft auto"

No magic out the hattell baby bye bye, i'm never coming back

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

Nigga fuck you cracker, i put you six feet

I am the grand in grand theft auto street

They make your life a fucking theft

Hold my tears i tried my best

And dj's play my records cause i make the needles dance

They mastered legalized theft, they call it income tax

Grand theft auto: vice city too

Want to let you know i love you

She gonna dance when that molly through

Grand theft auto: vice city too

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

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

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

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands