This is a song about "Will nelson"

Thinking he wont goddamn it he will

Loud pack, i propel. burgandy, out to kill

Im the fresh prince like will

I'm gon remember her, but still

Thinking he wont goddamn it he will

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

Its a fact, that i gotta murderous will

So i spend it real fast, cause i’m tryna sit and chill

Like a male version of lauryn hill

Thinking he wont goddamnit he will

Imma need to know now can a brotha crack

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

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

Yes, yes! motherfuckers, i certainly will

All to have a shift in your will.

Meanin’ i don’t play ‘cause wale is ill