This is a song about "Mad rhymes grand theft auto"

They mastered legalized theft, they call it income tax

Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green supreme hats

Don't get too mad at me, i ain't finna apologize for these dastardly rhymes,

I’m a pretty dark person, i’ve though about ending it a million times

Got mad rhymes that's in a strech jacket

And i give it to y'all, cause y'all respect that

And i can write a hook fast

600 benz, house six hundred grand

If i had a life jacket cause i'm not that dumb

My rhymes drive rappers mad hungry like fat bacon,

I'm tryna stay with you, lay with you

Grand theft auto: vice city too

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

Sunbathing with a hundred grand on boats sailing

I am the grand in grand theft auto street

For the whole week, no time for cold feet