This is a song about "Will"

Pine-green foams, they may never see the store

You will love me, you will shout for more

Nothing you will say will faze me

Don't worry bout a thang baby

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

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

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

Its a fact, that i gotta murderous will

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

St. louis, detroit, chi-town, nap

All to have a shift in your will.

Like a male version of lauryn hill

Never again will i complain because i will have hopefully overcome disdain,

Let you niggas know milita my gang, mcn if you was thinkin’ it’s a game