This is a song about "Better rap"

I like silver better!..

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

Ya'll niggas better whip up a potion my flow so rough my rap book

Her body's been paranormal since buying that pair of titties, look

It could possibly get any better

Big serg, we ready for whatever

You better run before i shoot you like a missile with my rap pistol,

Every second tell me how you pressed em at the monte crystal

Pain, he's ready for whatever

Told you i was better

Come back next time with a better rap

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

That damier bag i bought her

And i'm told it gets better

Now imma hit this beat like pow everybody's eye's open and they say wow

Sayin' they can rap better then nas saying they contenders/ not me i wish but not now/