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

Gillis-grant, the people chant

I'll get to em when i land

Grant my acquittal, a committal panorama

In pajamas i snuck out to watch santa

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

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

Ya see all we got is tonight and i ain't tryna see that far

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

It was my sick rhymes that made grant so ill

Dope enough to snort crack and sit the fuck still

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