This is a song about "Grant"

You fumbled in a drill, young man get on the hill

It was my sick rhymes that made grant so ill

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

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

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

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 that's a better reason to for me to take advantage with sex

Of a penance stare to a decadent to grant him death by recompense

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

Wreck these thangs, have em looking like halle berry's car

For the one night stand

Gillis-grant, the people chant