This is a song about "Will lawson"

Im the fresh prince like will

That's aids to the ill

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

Money in a bag, stones be yellow as a cat

You will love me, you will shout for more

I see the bitches calling i just hit ignore

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill

Yes, yes! motherfuckers, i certainly will

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

Shall it be that this beautiful land will

While i am poppin' like a snappin' crack

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

No matter how hard it gets, i will

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

Let me rideuntil i get free

Nothing you will say will faze me