This is a song about "Gen grant"

And this still the hardest shit you've heard from la this far

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

Witness a new era made by the next gen

Had a crush on way back, i wasn’t vip then

And that's a better reason to for me to take advantage with sex

Of a penance stare to a decadent to grant him death by recompense

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

Ha, i'm super freaky, no top on the ghini, no flaw in my diamonds

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

Stack in his hand trynna make that last

Gillis-grant, the people chant

Throw him off the banister, shoot him on camera

Grant my acquittal, a committal panorama

Scoop pills, 5 g's on a phone bill

It was my sick rhymes that made grant so ill