This is a song about "Grant ciccarello"

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

Gillis-grant, the people chant

Just hustling you understand

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

Grant my acquittal, a committal panorama

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

It was my sick rhymes that made grant so ill

This rozay, wale, gunplay, and that nigga pill

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

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

If you could read between the lines come and get your issue