This is a song about "Better call saul"

Pull a trigga, aim at a nigga, bitch you better call a doc

I'm optimistic like playing keeno with all that you got

Round the world you better call me the lawn dart

The vacancy that sat in my heart

That's right i'm right bitch you better call yo self a friend/

Ahhhh, shitwe gonna taste the powerwe started the thug trend

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

Better appreciate em before they call and start to act

Statistics say that niggas with no father ain't going to be shit

Like a bad bong hit, you better call it quits when i spit

Who's better? we'll both say either. but it's a battle so i call him a mouth breather.

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

Took the van, went snatch her

Cause there aint no one better

And i ain't frontin for her

Do tell us? who's better?