This is a song about "Grant pass"

It was my sick rhymes that made grant so ill

Scoop pills, 5 g's on a phone bill

Now i just want a fucking pass/

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class

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

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed

And when there's nothing left to pass, we might pass to the left

But i let off everything i have

If she not asian tho i pass

Lady at the frank stand will

Please pass me the vial

Hit the joint and pass it son

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

A wise nigga told me don’t chase that cash

But i really needed to pass