This is a song about "Beter than you"

I call em up, they might fall through

To be more of an adult than you

And all she wants is to dance

You get paid less than my income tax,

I get my paper, y'all just hate

Than you don't want me awake

And this will be the song that we sing

I love you more than anything

You need more assist than the handicapped kids, oh, shit

Still better than you and i'm barely devoted/

My rhymes are better than you average joes,

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

Now look at me than look at you

I gotta tell you that my love is true

You hoard more broads than igor,

They fiend in the door