This is a song about "Grant landis"

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

It was my sick rhymes that made grant so ill

Gillis-grant, the people chant

They could never understand

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

Huhhuhhuhhuhumy double r proves i’ma big rap star

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

Grant my acquittal, a committal panorama

My money quite loquacious, so commas riddle my statements

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

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

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

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