This is a song about "Grand theft"

600 benz, house six hundred grand

Whether you rhyme slow or the beat fast

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

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

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

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

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

Selling my assets, i'm so damn illegal that i need to be arrest

Ha my mojo back

Of your big boy's grand day grad

Grand theft auto: vice city too

To the hood: y'all don't need me, i need you

To have a face off with the grand chaser

The only time i flirt with her

Grand theft auto: vice city too

She gonna dance when that molly through