This is a song about "Gay grant"

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

I love what you're doin'. i'm just hopin' you continue

Little gay looking boy

Man the fuck up like that tall nigga roy

I'm telling you the truth when i say bruno mars is gay.

There's nothing he can do, he let it get away

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

It was my sick rhymes that made grant so ill

Don't try to blow me, you fucking gay

It's like sunshine on a rainy day

My money quite loquacious, so commas riddle my statements

Spoken in tongues rappad is a clinic for shit rappers i grant the funds

I'm tryna better my chances of becoming a star

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

You think im gay gay, what the hey hey

Oh i gotta face the day