This is a song about "Grand teft atoe"

The faker they shakin' my hand

Act like ya man a hunnit grand

Being a father grand father and an uncle,

I think that i finally reached the pinnacle

The bummer is the fact that i'm black

Of your big boy's grand day grad

You're my grand prize only on my second try

These haters hope i hurry up and die

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

Let's keep it g, nobody see you when you being humble

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

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

Calling it the grand prix

I swear they think i'm crazy