This is a song about "Toni morton grant"

The faker they shakin' my hand

Gillis-grant, the people chant

Aiyyo, them niggas from the three two, said i can't breeze through

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

This rozay, wale, gunplay, and that nigga pill

It was my sick rhymes that made grant so ill

Ajmo pit po toni

Hopin' that my niggas see

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

Ya see all we got is tonight and i ain't tryna see that far

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

Grant my acquittal, a committal panorama

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

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

My money quite loquacious, so commas riddle my statements