This is a song about "Grant ciccarello"

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

Cause i got the burner in the hand

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

Grant my acquittal, a committal panorama

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

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

If you could read between the lines come and get your issue

I'm tryna better my chances of becoming a star

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

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

It was my sick rhymes that made grant so ill