This is a song about "Better"

You wife ain't shit, we g'd her

Cant you see it wont get better

Foam game shitting on irish springs and lever

State that yo--money makes you better

I'm gettin discouraged with her

Cause there aint no one better

Boy got dollars, pounds or whatever

You couldn't come at me with something better,

Moving on to better things, to better us, it better bring

Haha niggas murdered this shit, know what i'm saying

Pain, he's ready for whatever

I know yo momma taught you better,

Yeah, ready for whatever

Told you i was better

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

And i'm told it gets better