This is a song about "Grand"

Fifty grand in my pants like ivy smith

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

Grand theft auto: vice city too

I call em up, they might fall through

Just spend a grand and i'm not about to stop

The beggars can't borrow, the record sales drop

Slowly my ritalin is kickin' in and jesus left hand

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

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

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Anti-violent...stylin, lyrically inclined and

Grab a couple grand and lay up in iceland

Just made like a hundred grand

You stood me up and i understand

Savin' up 24 bullets with gun

Back-flips off the edge of the grand canyon