This is a song about "Grant stewart"

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

Ya see all we got is tonight and i ain't tryna see that far

You a bitchass, little like stewart

My shirt, purple label my shirt

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

Always got a song to do can't get along it's true

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

Gillis-grant, the people chant

Fighting with my weak hand

Grant my acquittal, a committal panorama

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

I could be brian and you could be stewart

Fucked up, hatingness areas in the world

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