This is a song about "Grant ciccarello"

Grant my acquittal, a committal panorama

We the motherfucking best, word to my mama

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

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

Put it all on the table, do it like a menu

It was my sick rhymes that made grant so ill

She sing, model, and dance, but can't sit still

Gillis-grant, the people chant

Enforce, i'm elegant and

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

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

Ha, i'm super freaky, no top on the ghini, no flaw in my diamonds

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