This is a song about "Grand theft autop"

Just lay back, get your face slapped

Act like ya man a hunnit grand

Calling it the grand prix

I came up hungry

Went to the store and got caught for theft

I like a chick wit big breasts on her chest

Look around, fool, got a wall full of plaques

They mastered legalized theft, they call it income tax

Celebrate the very day that i get past

I fill the stands, ladies think im grand

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag

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

You still misunderstand my grand rap though

Nigga, i got that dilla, premo, swizzy flow

Fifty grand in my pants like ivy smith

Better yet a genie baby make ya first wish