This is a song about "Grand auto"

This is why her nigga mad

Of your big boy's grand day grad

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

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

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

Whatever it takes to live and stand

Calling it the grand prix

Bait baby, wait baby

Haha niggas murdered this shit, know what i'm saying

Sunbathing with a hundred grand on boats sailing

Carolina’s savior, marijuana blazer

To have a face off with the grand chaser

Back-flips off the edge of the grand canyon

I'm young, black, gifted, live my life on the run