This is a song about "Grant ciccarello"

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

In pajamas i snuck out to watch santa

Grant my acquittal, a committal panorama

Gillis-grant, the people chant

They could never understand

It was my sick rhymes that made grant so ill

Like a male version of lauryn hill

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

Avenue that avenue i'm doing more than just passing through

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

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