This is a song about "Grant ciccarello"

The faker they shakin' my hand

Gillis-grant, the people chant

Throw him off the banister, shoot him on camera

Grant my acquittal, a committal panorama

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

And where we've come and how we still have to go really far

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

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

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

My money quite loquacious, so commas riddle my statements

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

It was my sick rhymes that made grant so ill