This is a song about "Fuck you grant"

Fuck you i'll buck you you suck too

Take you out kentland and show you a zoo

Too focused, one word

Fuck what you motherfucking heard

They could never understand

Gillis-grant, the people chant

Corduroys, cam will shine

Fuck with them you fuck with swine

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

But is it really cocky if you know that it's true

It was my sick rhymes that made grant so ill

I like my glasses filled, as if it has to spill

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

Fuck the streets, fuck you, and fuck your ethnicity

She od's on louboutin, she work at that nudie bar

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