This is a song about "Will farrell"

Thinking he wont goddamn it he will

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

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

Corvette so clean you'll think bruce springsteen rid that

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

That's aids to the ill

Im the fresh prince like will

With a home girl, best friend, lover, all that

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

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

Shall it be that this beautiful land will

All to have a shift in your will.

Outkast landed, 3 thou was ill