This is a song about "Grant ciccarello"

Interscope is my fam, so i ain't tryna make no issue

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

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

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

You fumbled in a drill, young man get on the hill

It was my sick rhymes that made grant so ill

Grant my acquittal, a committal panorama

We the motherfucking best, word to my mama

Gillis-grant, the people chant

Just lay back, get your face slapped

Of a penance stare to a decadent to grant him death by recompense

And that's a better reason to for me to take advantage with sex

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