This is a song about "Grant"

I love what you're doin'. i'm just hopin' you continue

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

Throw him off the banister, shoot him on camera

Grant my acquittal, a committal panorama

Ha, i'm super freaky, no top on the ghini, no flaw in my diamonds

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

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

It was my sick rhymes that made grant so ill

Gillis-grant, the people chant

Hip-hop's unbalances got out of hand

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

She od's on louboutin, she work at that nudie bar

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

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