This is a song about "Better"

But now i'm on to somethin better!

Or something that you paid for

So you better run better run son

Okay you dancing drinking on your last one

Cant you see it wont get better

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

Moving on to better things, to better us, it better bring

But, who is to blame when we let them in on everything

Forever fuck paradise cuz its no better

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Just to fuckin get better

Modu, he's ready for whatever

State that yo--money makes you better

That damier bag i bought her