This is a song about "Grant theft auto 5"

Stepped out on her and she love a nigga still

It was my sick rhymes that made grant so ill

Of a penance stare to a decadent to grant him death by recompense

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

I got a dollar and a dream

And my civ 5 regime.

From an african american stance

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

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

For honey, i will live, be a father for the kids

Where god at? i need to call him

More than 5 blunts in rotation