This is a song about "Toni morton grant"

In pajamas i snuck out to watch santa

Grant my acquittal, a committal panorama

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

And where we've come and how we still have to go really far

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

‘cause when it come to winning, convincing is only been a few

I like my glasses filled, as if it has to spill

It was my sick rhymes that made grant so ill

I'll get to em when i land

Gillis-grant, the people chant

And that's a better reason to for me to take advantage with sex

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

Ajmo pit po toni

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

My money quite loquacious, so commas riddle my statements

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