This is a song about "Grant landis"

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

That we can't forget the past

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

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

Grant my acquittal, a committal panorama

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

Aiyyo, them niggas from the three two, said i can't breeze through

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

It was my sick rhymes that made grant so ill

Dope enough to snort crack and sit the fuck still