This is a song about "Grand rapids"

You can pick apart my raps, i ain’t told ya na’ lie

You're my grand prize only on my second try

Bringing the flow like rapids i'm a rabid writer with a habit

Trust me these niggas rushed me for something my cousin probably did

Back-flips off the edge of the grand canyon

Bet your bottom dollar before i'm done

I am the grand in grand theft auto street

Take cee around town as if everything cheap

I fill the stands, ladies think im grand

I'm from the tin shacks where mishaps get fixed fast

Knowing that i need you

Grand theft auto: vice city too

Being a father grand father and an uncle,

Every since then our whole city been horrible

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

Then she riding on the topshe about to make it pop