This is a song about "Grand theft auto five"

Act like ya man a hunnit grand

Hip-hop's unbalances got out of hand

Stack in his hand trynna make that last

600 benz, house six hundred grand

Grand theft auto: vice city too

And word i blew off herb i grew

Half your body laying on my chest

Went to the store and got caught for theft

I can feel your heart beating fast

My dick worth at least a grand

And i can write a hook fast

Just made like a hundred grand

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

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

Never ever pay rent

They make your life a fucking theft