This is a song about "Will rust"

Forreal, i got a pole in the basement

Toxic and corrosive i leave the fuckin' mic with rust

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

All to have a shift in your will.

He was the rust that formed around the windshield of my life

But the love from the boppers had 'him watchin they rise

Yes, yes! motherfuckers, i certainly will

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

Dope enough to snort crack and sit the fuck still

Thinking he wont goddamn it he will

Shall it be that this beautiful land will

This rozay, wale, gunplay, and that nigga pill

The underground will dumb it down, revenge will come around,

And when they try to get parental and start talkin' loud