This is a song about "Grand cherokee"

Cause even thugs get lonely, understand

I fill the stands, ladies think im grand

When thugs crynow i lay me down to sleep

I am the grand in grand theft auto street

Hit your block with a glock, blog that

Of your big boy's grand day grad

But i get the dough, shit i might splurge on one

Back-flips off the edge of the grand canyon

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

For honey, i will live, be a father for the kids

To all the sisters with ambition, i see your hustle

Win the grand national, i'll get some capital,

I got weed, hash; when i breeze past, breathe fast

Act like ya man a hunnit grand

Fifty grand in my pants like ivy smith

And aye ya yai dun had some bad bitches