This is a song about "Better"

So you better run better run son

They had a hell of a run

Fuck them, fly together

Cant you see it wont get better

And i ain't frontin for her

Ill just do it better

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

It could possibly get any better

You know...you know who you are

But im only getting better

Or could i be the same one who came from a far away life

Chorus: better life, better life, grow up and find yourself a wife,

I like silver better!..

My records sell, yes sir

I know yo momma taught you better,

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her