This is a song about "Theft"

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

I am the grand in grand theft auto street

Smoking khaled, my weed the best

They make your life a fucking theft

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

Down to ride to the bloody end, just me and my girlfriend

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

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

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

So even though you overcame doubt and ya livin' ain't bad

Now move a little bit to the left

Went to the store and got caught for theft

Teenage parties, i recommend you

Grand theft auto: vice city too

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

We getting money, you can face the facts