This is a song about "Grant ciccarello"

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

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

Whatever it takes to live and stand

Gillis-grant, the people chant

But is it really cocky if you know that it's true

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

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

Grant my acquittal, a committal panorama

Dope enough to snort crack and sit the fuck still

It was my sick rhymes that made grant so ill

Wreck these thangs, have em looking like halle berry's car

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