This is a song about "Grant gustin"

In pajamas i snuck out to watch santa

Grant my acquittal, a committal panorama

Plagiarized swag, may arrive last

Gillis-grant, the people chant

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

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

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

But is it really cocky if you know that it's true

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

My money quite loquacious, so commas riddle my statements

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

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

It was my sick rhymes that made grant so ill