This is a song about "Willy will"

That's aids to the ill

The lady loves her will.

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

Whenever i will come with sound you will praise me

Thinking he wont goddamn it he will

Dope enough to snort crack and sit the fuck still

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

Will i conquer, or will it get the best of me?

No matter how hard it gets, i will

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

What you really feeling? and how you willy healing

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

But the music will stop and all the lyrics will be said

They ain’t sleeping until they know every customer fed

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

Will he handle the trip, or will he slip so sadly