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

Wreck these thangs, have em looking like halle berry's car

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

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

It was my sick rhymes that made grant so ill

I steady the flow, ready to blow like snotty tissue

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

In pajamas i snuck out to watch santa

Grant my acquittal, a committal panorama

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

Gillis-grant, the people chant

I just write that right by a mic stand