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

I’m coming back like light-skin and

600 benz, house six hundred grand

My rhymes drive rappers mad hungry like fat bacon,

Hot where i'm from, the newscasters don't come

Life has put her to the test

They make your life a fucking theft

They mastered legalized theft, they call it income tax

She said look ma, no hands and no darling i don't dance

Two bitches named tiffany i left them with a pair of kids

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

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

And i can write a hook fast

Let me work that, know i'm nasty

Lets cruise i'm the grand finale