This is a song about "Kkk grand wizard"

Calling it the grand prix

Looking at your money

Grand theft auto: vice city too

Nigga there's nothin' left of you

I am the grand in grand theft auto street

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

Follow your heart you’ll make that fast

600 benz, house six hundred grand

And really don't matter unless y'all coming with

Fifty grand in my pants like ivy smith

Sunbathing with a hundred grand on boats sailing

You keep praying on your break, i hope you got a sling

I'm a wizard with these words so you're placed under spells

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

Cause even thugs get lonely, understand

Kick over the can beat his ass and leave him 9 grand