This is a song about "Better than people"

Better aim than a shooter,

Jt: didn't get a gift for her

Uppity bitches, handling business

Cuz it don't get no better than this

Im better than all the rest

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

Hold up yea we the best

I know i'm better than the rest

I am not the only one

That they are better than everyone

So listen here kid this third verse better be better than best

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed

We new passtime, and we feelin better than, better than the veterans/

That likes walking with his hips bragging about his marijuana hits.

Im the perfect specimen / that nobodies better than

I grew up with killas man, people who killed, man