This is a song about "Grant stewart"

We the motherfucking best, word to my mama

Grant my acquittal, a committal panorama

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

My money quite loquacious, so commas riddle my statements

And i can write a hook fast

Gillis-grant, the people chant

You a bitchass, little like stewart

Its no days off, although i'm bored to work

I could be brian and you could be stewart

Yep she's on x, i called that bitch speed burst

Scoop pills, 5 g's on a phone bill

It was my sick rhymes that made grant so ill

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

‘cause when it come to winning, convincing is only been a few

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