This is a song about "Will"

Like a male version of lauryn hill

Thinking he wont goddamnit he will

Because there ain't no coming back from that

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

Im the fresh prince like will

Scoop pills, 5 g's on a phone bill

Will leave a banner on your noggin that will sting and will linger

And if they all in your business then you don't need a twitter

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

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

Yes, yes! motherfuckers, i certainly will

She ever fuck around, she will make a nigga kill

I will bring you the sunshine , i will comfort your fears

Just cause you change what you pitching, don’t make the difference

That's aids to the ill

The lady loves her will.