This is a song about "Gen grant"

Gillis-grant, the people chant

Two white cups and i got that drank

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

And where we've come and how we still have to go really far

It was my sick rhymes that made grant so ill

I'm gon remember her, but still

Arguably retarded cause after sex we stop again

Witness a new era made by the next gen

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

My money quite loquacious, so commas riddle my statements

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

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

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

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

Grant my acquittal, a committal panorama

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh