The Boys conclude their second song, and start to worry for the future of the podcast.

WHAT WE LEARNT

Big Will is a myth, took all the turf and left Lawrence hanging, times his life by the universal clock, ran a tight coffee shop grift in his youth, is made of platinum, treats his mum and wife right, and is a genital boaster.

THE LYRICS

Eight-fifty I.S. if you need a lift

Who's the kid in the drop? Who else Will Smith

Living that life some consider a myth

Rock from south street to one two fifth

Women used to tease me, give it to me now nice and easy

Since I moved up like George and Weezie

Cream to the maximum I be asking 'em

Would you like to bounce with the brother that's platinum?

Never see Will attacking 'em

Rather play ball with Shaq and 'em, flatten 'em

Psych, kidding

Thought I took a spill but I didn't

Trust the lady of my life she hitting

Hit her with a drop top with the ribbon

Crib for my mom on the outskirts of Philly

You trying to flex on me?

Don't be silly, getting jiggy with it