This is a song about "Being better"

Or was i just a desolate being

And this will be the song that we sing

I'm cursed i cant quench the thirst of being better of with worse

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

Dropping my gunor as high as a kite hitting hoes for fun

Being king in hell is better the being worker in heaven

And i'm told it gets better

"contemplate", i wrote about her

It's like being in a breadbox, but only being a crumb

Odd future wolf gang, wu-tang banging in your system

I got bars u lil niggas sell ring

Took the form of a human being

So get up off that slave ship

Fuck being counterfeit

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

See originally i was free before being cool was just being me