This is a song about "Grant"

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

Mobb deep shook it but prodigy took it a lil' too far

And i ain't trying to land

Gillis-grant, the people chant

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

I steady the flow, ready to blow like snotty tissue

It was my sick rhymes that made grant so ill

Dope enough to snort crack and sit the fuck still

My money quite loquacious, so commas riddle my statements

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

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

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

We the motherfucking best, word to my mama

Grant my acquittal, a committal panorama