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

I wanna be next to you

Grand theft auto: vice city too

They mastered legalized theft, they call it income tax

And dj's play my records cause i make the needles dance

Calling it the grand prix

And now that i’m getting money

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

I've been living in a grand repetition,

600 benz, house six hundred grand

Trying hard to speak and

Stuck in my high, afraid of heights, i'm trapped

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

Now move a little bit to the left

Went to the store and got caught for theft

I just write that right by a mic stand

My dick worth at least a grand