This is a song about "Ten grand"

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble

Win the grand national, i'll get some capital,

Of your big boy's grand day grad

When love comes callin', don’t look back

Two white cups and i got that drank

Act like ya man a hunnit grand

Go on killing spree number ten

I'll never call you bitch again

Gator-toed mauri, three quarters, sky blue

Grand theft auto: vice city too

Calling it the grand prix

And niggas flashing crazy

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

Uhh, its the ten hack commandments

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

Hip-hop's unbalances got out of hand