This is a song about "Grant evans"

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

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

Gillis-grant, the people chant

If you ever feel alone and

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

My money quite loquacious, so commas riddle my statements

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

Throw him off the banister, shoot him on camera

Grant my acquittal, a committal panorama

I'm gon remember her, but still

It was my sick rhymes that made grant so ill

Soon to smoke em by the yard till my lungs can't get through

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