This is a song about "Will pharell"

Will i die in my sleep or will i die of cancer

And served it to the public on a silver platter

She ever fuck around, she will make a nigga kill

Its a fact, that i gotta murderous will

We never tattle, let god handle that

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

Nothing you will say will faze me

Or you'll drive me crazy

Stepped out on her and she love a nigga still

Shall it be that this beautiful land will

It's blacc friday and i'm glad to be black

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

Thinking he wont goddamnit he will

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

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

When you thinking about breakfast i'm heating up my dinner