This is a song about "Grand theft auti"

Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble

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

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

Sunbathing with a hundred grand on boats sailing

I made it out a land where they die before they see a hundred grand

Told the fucking faculty that he was at a meeting and

I can feel your heart beating fast

600 benz, house six hundred grand

Grand theft auto: vice city too

Straight bad bitches i run, through

Grand theft auto: vice city too

I was twelve when the gunned you

Being a father grand father and an uncle,

The only thing i did wrong was make it possible

Of your big boy's grand day grad

Pump, fake, jumpshot, ball hit the back