This is a song about "A better me"

But trust me that makes the joy better

Pain, he's ready for whatever

Boo me,do it,haters make me feel better,

My pocket's fat, somebody check my blood pressure

It gets better trust me

That's why i'm makin' money

They wanna jack me like some kind of crackfiendi wonder if he knows that my income

To better me, you're still a guinness, weak to hennessy off the cap, #come

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

To me and as a banshee you better hear you see

She like me from that no hands but i'mma need her to use no teeth

You ain't shit to me but a victory, so you'd better leave

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

Give me a smoke so i enjoy the view even better.

And there was another side to me once you knew me better,

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for