This is a song about "Will farrell"

Thinking he wont goddamn it he will

Loud pack, i propel. burgandy, out to kill

The lady loves her will.

Scoop pills, 5 g's on a phone bill

I like my women soft-spoken but the weed loud

10 kids will go to college and 8 will drop out

She sing, model, and dance, but can't sit still

Shall it be that this beautiful land will

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

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

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

Until i die or latinos will.

Look, i'm still talking to you baby

Nothing you will say will faze me

I used to be the most humble until

All to have a shift in your will.