This is a song about "Grant landis"

Gillis-grant, the people chant

You’re on neon lights in my bank

It was my sick rhymes that made grant so ill

You fumbled in a drill, young man get on the hill

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

Grant my acquittal, a committal panorama

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

And where we've come and how we still have to go really far

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

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