This is a song about "Gen grant"

To reds i ain't know how to act

Gillis-grant, the people chant

It was my sick rhymes that made grant so ill

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

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

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

Grant my acquittal, a committal panorama

Throw him off the banister, shoot him on camera

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

Put it all on the table, do it like a menu

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

My money quite loquacious, so commas riddle my statements

Witness a new era made by the next gen

Just in case a nigga never see that thrill again

Flow retarded, i need to wipe the slob off of every bar

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