This is a song about "Better"

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

State that yo--money makes you better

So i'm writing you this letter

Liked it when those days were better

Rappers get jealous because they know lucifer's better,

If its not couture, i will not go to her

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

I chase cheese i get it, nothing but cream i'm getting

Knowing that the situation wouldn't get better,

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

You couldn't come at me with something better,

Boy got dollars, pounds or whatever

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Basic contender, i'm basically better..