This is a song about "Grand theft auto"

I've been living in a grand repetition,

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

Better yet a genie baby make ya first wish

Fifty grand in my pants like ivy smith

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

Set in store through each sore formed by this semi-auto repeater

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

Riding shotgun uptown,blowin out the bubble

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that

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

They mastered legalized theft, they call it income tax

87, brick fare, yeah, i’m talking thirty racks

You still misunderstand my grand rap though

Never pledge allegiance, god given flow

Like fuck it man

Bases full, i grand slam/