This is a song about "Grant stewart"

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

Grant my acquittal, a committal panorama

Look, cole world, still a cold world

You a bitchass, little like stewart

I'm not saying i'm going to change the world

I could be brian and you could be stewart

If you could read between the lines come and get your issue

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

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

And where we've come and how we still have to go really far

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

Cause i got the burner in the hand

Gillis-grant, the people chant

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