This is a song about "Will farrell"

Thinking he wont goddamnit he will

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

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

New rolls royce, royce, yeah i'm all that

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

Track and field with the birds, i’m running em like track

The lady loves her will.

Scoop pills, 5 g's on a phone bill

I'm gon remember her, but still

Thinking he wont goddamn it he will

Like a male version of lauryn hill

All to have a shift in your will.

My entendres be tumblin’ while you niggas lack balance

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

Thinking he wont goddamnit he will

Dope enough to snort crack and sit the fuck still