This is a song about "Will fosselman"

Its a fact, that i gotta murderous will

She ever fuck around, she will make a nigga kill

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

Thinking he wont goddamnit he will

Cause i will always know that my life will be incomplete,

I'm a motherfucking beast see me in your sleep

Reaping the humans of leaps of good will

I like my glasses filled, as if it has to spill

Let you niggas know milita my gang, mcn if you was thinkin’ it’s a game

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

The jager in my cup is licorice black

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

The bummer is the fact that i'm black

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

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

Until then, my feet planted on the ground, shadowboxing my conscience