This is a song about "Will cronin"

Bitch, they call it motor city

Nothing you will say will faze me

Will i make it in time? will i even the score?

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

All to have a shift in your will.

I'm gon remember her, but still

While i am poppin' like a snappin' crack

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

Loud pack, i propel. burgandy, out to kill

Thinking he wont goddamnit he will

Thinking he wont goddamn it he will

Dope enough to snort crack and sit the fuck still

You will love me, you will shout for more

No ho, acquainted with the floor

Outkast landed, 3 thou was ill

All to have a shift in your will.