This is a song about "Grand"

Sunbathing with a hundred grand on boats sailing

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

Grand theft auto: vice city too

You didn't see me here if someone ask you

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

Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble

Back-flips off the edge of the grand canyon

Top ranked, number one my son

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

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

You be chickens like smokey tripping off angel dust

Grab a couple grand and lay up in iceland

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

It was all part of their grand schemes, to gain damn green,