This is a song about "Grant me a leav"

Hot bars to enter train me, and a platform to express me

Better keep that ho on a leash don't make your only

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

Spiting isn't hard for me, its actually a part of me

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

Weekend trippin to wherever, only heaven is far

Particularly, these bitches that's inner ugly and outer pretty

When u were doing a double game tally, hating me parading me,

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

Dead off, a bronze metal if you ask me / blast me

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

A booming voice "you have failed me"

Ridin’ round, and this bitch dirty