This is a song about "Like grand theft auto"

I fill the stands, ladies think im grand

Whether you rhyme slow or the beat fast

Uptown, moco, prince george, represent

They make your life a fucking theft

Set in store through each sore formed by this semi-auto repeater

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

You still misunderstand my grand rap though

Ferrari mikes, bitch, i’m on my car show

And i'm, up up, and away, so i'm feelin like a man today, though 100 grand to pay

To find out me and your man be sharing skirtsi'm hoping you don't take this the wrong way

How bout that shit, ain't that just grand?

Plagiarized swag, may arrive last

Went to the store and got caught for theft

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

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

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks