This is a song about "Nathan grand theft auto"

My dick worth at least a grand

I can feel your heart beating fast

You still misunderstand my grand rap though

And i shall commence that i'm the truth, joe

Calling it the grand prix

If you ain't about money

I'ma make it hurt take a turn and call it dissatisfied theft

You told me life would never, ever, ever get this perfect

Grand theft auto: vice city too

I'm tryna stay with you, lay with you

Just hustling you understand

600 benz, house six hundred grand

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

Kill him where he stand and stand over him, shake his hand

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

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