This is a song about "Will campa"

Twista finna get up on the track

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

All to have a shift in your will.

Scoop pills, 5 g's on a phone bill

You’ll never be me partner so it don’t fucking matter

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

Its a fact, that i gotta murderous will

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

These girls all aboard, this young money trainhaving since fame shit'll never be the same

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

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

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Like a male version of lauryn hill

Until i die or latinos will.

Will i attack? or will i decay?

All up under the covers day