This is a song about "Grand"

Man, this nigga ugly and he raps, ooh

Grand theft auto: vice city too

I don't fiend for beef: i eat bitches

Fifty grand in my pants like ivy smith

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

You ain't gotta screw up your face in front of the kids

They could never understand

How bout that shit, ain't that just grand?

While i fill you up with semen from the wolf gang team and

Kick over the can beat his ass and leave him 9 grand

Now we making up like a bullshit lie

You're my grand prize only on my second try

Summertime in the city

Calling it the grand prix

Sunbathing with a hundred grand on boats sailing

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing