This is a song about "Grant gustin"

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

My money quite loquacious, so commas riddle my statements

It was my sick rhymes that made grant so ill

Dope enough to snort crack and sit the fuck still

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

Grant my acquittal, a committal panorama

Flow retarded, i need to wipe the slob off of every bar

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

Gillis-grant, the people chant

Scrilla fan, oh boy and

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

I love what you're doin'. i'm just hopin' you continue

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