This is a song about "Grant ciccarello"

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

I'm tryna find myself, i'm searchin deep for kendrick lamar

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

Scoop pills, 5 g's on a phone bill

It was my sick rhymes that made grant so ill

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

My money quite loquacious, so commas riddle my statements

Gillis-grant, the people chant

Whether you rhyme slow or the beat fast

Grant my acquittal, a committal panorama

In pajamas i snuck out to watch santa

Always got a song to do can't get along it's true

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