This is a song about "Grant ciccarello"

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

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

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

We the motherfucking best, word to my mama

Grant my acquittal, a committal panorama

I’m coming back like light-skin and

Gillis-grant, the people chant

It was my sick rhymes that made grant so ill

Stepped out on her and she love a nigga still

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

And this still the hardest shit you've heard from la this far

Aiyyo, them niggas from the three two, said i can't breeze through

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