This is a song about "Drew will"

She sing, model, and dance, but can't sit still

Thinking he wont goddamn it he will

Im drew brees the way i blow trees

Don't fast forward ima serve you some keys

You hear the words coming from my lips bastards

I even drew a clear picture in the words

Shall it be that this beautiful land will

Dope enough to snort crack and sit the fuck still

The flow cold as a shoulder of a gold diggin hoes

My punchlines are more accurate that drew brees throws,

Top down feeling the breeze, no drew

Would have came back for you

Interscope is my fam, so i ain't tryna make no issue

Knew you who threw du ewe yu due que crew true u two drew u lu rue

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

Thinking he wont goddamn it he will