This is a song about "Grant gustin"

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

It was my sick rhymes that made grant so ill

To reds i ain't know how to act

Gillis-grant, the people chant

Grant my acquittal, a committal panorama

In pajamas i snuck out to watch santa

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

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

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

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

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

Huhhuhhuhhuhumy double r proves i’ma big rap star

My money quite loquacious, so commas riddle my statements

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