This is a song about "Grand theft autop"

They make your life a fucking theft

Life has put her to the test

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

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

Hopped on the pulpit and told them how i was truly blessed

I'ma make it hurt take a turn and call it dissatisfied theft

Theft of a man's chest it's like gangs test and exams

From the jungle, fam, where niggas bundle grams

To have a face off with the grand chaser

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

He's in it for the sportrunnin circles round his

Fifty grand in my pants like ivy smith

Misdemeanored that twenty bag of weed

I am the grand in grand theft auto street

Being a father grand father and an uncle,

It's only right we lose greatness at its pinnacle