This is a song about "Grant 2000"

We can count the stars on the hood in your father's car

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

My money quite loquacious, so commas riddle my statements

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

Gillis-grant, the people chant

I can feel your heart beating fast

Well if its phony your only cause i can get you ins

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

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

‘cause when it come to winning, convincing is only been a few

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

Becoming a good rapper ain't that easy of a process

2000 plus, and hes still on top man

Pushing in my mama van

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