This is a song about "Grant ciccarello"

It was my sick rhymes that made grant so ill

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

But every nigga who can read gotta get his issue

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

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

My money quite loquacious, so commas riddle my statements

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

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

Grant my acquittal, a committal panorama

Gillis-grant, the people chant

About disaster in the world and

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

Weekend trippin to wherever, only heaven is far