This is a song about "Grand theft automatic"

Mama ain't raise no fool, true

Grand theft auto: vice city too

That we can't forget the past

600 benz, house six hundred grand

I'm lethal like an automatic, the illmatic sequel

I coulda swore i was driving pretty peaceful

Suckin on the barrel of my semi automatic

And strangle you with that fucking leather jacket

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

Y'all always on that bs and ps i'm takin all things

Damn, i ain't trying to disrespect

They make your life a fucking theft

Expose/ those who lack rhymes that are automatic

So tell me i ain't shit, go and embellish it a bit

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

Went to the store and got caught for theft