This is a song about "Will zorn"

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

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Thinking he wont goddamnit he will

Scoop pills, 5 g's on a phone bill

You will love me, you will shout for more

I ain't happy with the score

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

I will bring you the sunshine , i will comfort your fears

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

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

Im the fresh prince like will

For real, a nigga ill

I'm gon remember her, but still

All to have a shift in your will.

Loud pack, i propel. burgandy, out to kill

Thinking he wont goddamnit he will