This is a song about "Grand pr"

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

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

And ya section know when any day tecs could blow

You still misunderstand my grand rap though

You're my grand prize only on my second try

Have a toast for tha homiessee we both gotta die

Sometimes i think, what i need

I am the grand in grand theft auto street

Bases full, i grand slam/

You gotta let these shits go, man

Just lay back, get your face slapped

I fill the stands, ladies think im grand

Enforce, i'm elegant and

Act like ya man a hunnit grand

Down in miami, with a super ho team

It was all part of their grand schemes, to gain damn green,