This is a song about "Grant landis"

And i ain’t gotta say i’m fly, this g5 with the crew

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

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

My money quite loquacious, so commas riddle my statements

Grant my acquittal, a committal panorama

We the motherfucking best, word to my mama

She od's on louboutin, she work at that nudie bar

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

It was my sick rhymes that made grant so ill

Stepped out on her and she love a nigga still

Hip-hop's unbalances got out of hand

Gillis-grant, the people chant

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