This is a song about "My will"

I will figure that out,that's my plan

We in the big thingseat a dick man

While half my mental belongs in a cage

Will only fuel my infatuate rage

And even more alarming is the fact

My pride will forever be intact,

I've been used for trade and laid by soldiers against my will,

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill

The rolls-royce, it’s all white

I'm so tired, my will is weak like

My team supreme the name will always ring,

I'll be your student loan girl you ain't heard nothing

Mass appeal,and this bag i hit got me alaskan chill

There might not be a single friend that's in my (freaking) will

My abilities will surely grow

This shit ain't nothing new though