This is a song about "Grant"

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

It was my sick rhymes that made grant so ill

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

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

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

Wreck these thangs, have em looking like halle berry's car

Throw him off the banister, shoot him on camera

Grant my acquittal, a committal panorama

Gotta try not to look fake in fact

Gillis-grant, the people chant

My money quite loquacious, so commas riddle my statements

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

Interscope is my fam, so i ain't tryna make no issue

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