This is a song about "Jamira grant"

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

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

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

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

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

It was my sick rhymes that made grant so ill

Loud pack, i propel. burgandy, out to kill

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

Grant my acquittal, a committal panorama

Throw him off the banister, shoot him on camera

Racks on racks, i don’t know how to act

Gillis-grant, the people chant