This is a song about "Miss grant"

Hit and miss these fake crips

Cdg shit match my kicks

Pac said fuck the world and i ain't come yet

Swerve swerve, fill it up, miss miss, don't forget

My hopes and all my wishes

So bow down to the miss.

I miss my cable tv

But five years from now i bet she see

Grant my acquittal, a committal panorama

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

But whats a mac attack, if the target you miss?

He ain't touching me like martin sheen's penis

And this still the hardest shit you've heard from la this far

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

Catch me rolling with kelly or at the hilton with paris

I knew for sure, that's the person that i'd always miss.