This is a song about "Grant"

We can count the stars on the hood in your father's car

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

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

It was my sick rhymes that made grant so ill

Avenue that avenue i'm doing more than just passing through

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

My money quite loquacious, so commas riddle my statements

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

They could never understand

Gillis-grant, the people chant

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

In pajamas i snuck out to watch santa

Grant my acquittal, a committal panorama