This is a song about "Drew will"

And all the shit you went through

Top down feeling the breeze, no drew

Outkast landed, 3 thou was ill

Im the fresh prince like will

Thinking he wont goddamn it he will

Stepped out on her and she love a nigga still

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

Thinking he wont goddamnit he will

For real, a nigga ill

The lady loves her will.

All to have a shift in your will.

I'm gon remember her, but still

Thinking he wont goddamnit he will

Dope enough to snort crack and sit the fuck still

I will rise, i will get out of this trap/

She's on my line like i'm fishing i got that