This is a song about "Theft"

Real motherfuckin g's, this one is for you

Grand theft auto: vice city too

Theft of a man's chest it's like gangs test and exams

87, brick fare, yeah, i’m talking thirty racks

They say i walk around like i got a s on my chest

And dad left, uncle is in jail for theft. yeah, we're fucking blessed.

When i cock the beam back, i'm aiming for supreme hats

They mastered legalized theft, they call it income tax

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

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

Soon as i turn the bottle more liquor spillin' back

Theft and never looked back then turned to the angle of attack.

I am the grand in grand theft auto street

Take cee around town as if everything cheap