This is a song about "Better you"

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

State that yo--money makes you better

I'm not a but i'm the bitch

Well, you better be rich

So my cup is full, too much pain to fight

Lesnar you better go and hide

So you better run better run son

Fly as shit for no goddamn reason

You better believe it

Yeah, rack, rack city shit

You better cover your ears

It's moe, all i need is more chips

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

But you better choose carefully

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

Cant you see it wont get better