This is a song about "Better"

Life’s a bitch and i feel her

But im only getting better

It could possibly get any better

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

Ha! i'm more cleaver, clever

Till my mind gets better

But now i'm on to somethin better!

Big serg, we ready for whatever

And that i spent the night with her

Cause there aint no one better

For a better life,hoping one day its going to better right

What it means to know your momma or your father on that pipe

See, i like the person that you are

While i briefly think you're better

Cant you see it wont get better

My records sell, yes sir