This is a song about "Grant"

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

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

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

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

Gillis-grant, the people chant

Miami nights, made a couple grand

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

It was my sick rhymes that made grant so ill

Soon to smoke em by the yard till my lungs can't get through

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

We the motherfucking best, word to my mama

Grant my acquittal, a committal panorama