This is a song about "Grand theft auti"

Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green supreme hats

They mastered legalized theft, they call it income tax

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

Sunbathing with a hundred grand on boats sailing

Of your big boy's grand day grad

See i let my nigga split that

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

Theft and never looked back then turned to the angle of attack.

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

With such an ugly picture in it and

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

Went to the store and got caught for theft

Life's tryin to lap you

Grand theft auto: vice city too

Calling it the grand prix

Than the muse of a family