This is a song about "Will bartlett"

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

Will i die in my sleep or will i die of cancer

Outkast landed, 3 thou was ill

Im the fresh prince like will

Thinking he wont goddamnit he will

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

You fumbled in a drill, young man get on the hill

Shall it be that this beautiful land will

She tell me i got that flame, your rhymes are so deep

Cause i will always know that my life will be incomplete,

For real, a nigga ill

The lady loves her will.

Loud pack, i propel. burgandy, out to kill

Reaping the humans of leaps of good will