This is a song about "Will griffin"

Never again will i stoop that

They napped and slept on me, man, i hate black

They say this media changed, these verses gettin strange

Will only fuel my infatuate rage

Im the fresh prince like will

Uhh, and i'm ill

Will leave a banner on your noggin that will sting and will linger

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

But you will have me anticipating

It’s hip-hop, not pop

Will who are you? an o.g?...

Leave your will on this napkin

Visions, dreams of passion

Outkast landed, 3 thou was ill

Thinking he wont goddamnit he will