This is a song about "Fuck you grant"

I'm tryna find myself, i'm searchin deep for kendrick lamar

There ain't no genie jars to grant what your petty wishes are

Crank it up like you don't give a fuck fuck fuck

Are they gon' pay us and will they make it rain? yup

But fuck all you scum bags

In that pretty red dress, let's dance

"what the fuck? this is fucking sick, bitch, fuck you,"

I just reflect on how i ain't met you, yet boo

Fuck the streets, fuck you, and fuck your ethnicity

My girl finished high school and she got her a degree

Keep that tucked ‘fore somebody get hurt

Fuck what you motherfucking heard

Grant me three wishes and i'll diss three bitches but first is you

Soon to smoke em by the yard till my lungs can't get through

And now i'm at the crib all alone damn i miss you

Us then youuu. fuck you too. i said, fuck you too.