This is a song about "Grand theft auto v"

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

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

Ferrari mikes, bitch, i’m on my car show

You still misunderstand my grand rap though

Sweatin' me like headband

Just made like a hundred grand

Calling it the grand prix

Looking at your money

K'naan and wale got money in the bank

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

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

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks

V-neck polo, horse be the logo

Scab, fix up look shop joe