This is a song about "Being better"

Fuck a quarter, i wish you well being

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

Straight g thing, double m g thing

For going on being

But right there, they still scheming, they not eating

I come in peace like uh, extraterrestrial being

It could possibly get any better

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

While i briefly think you're better

I am not the only one

So you better run better run son

And this will be the song that we sing

Or was i just a desolate being