This is a song about "Better day"

Ha! i'm more cleaver, clever

While i briefly think you're better

Or that you could ever see me and you in another light

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

Oh, why do i live this way

And it happens from day to day

Young peyton don't huddle, still run my play

Count doughwork hard all day ever day

With 80 racks in my pocket, nigga i go in all night

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

Ibut she better wait on my pay day

Im that you would go and steal my heart away