This is a song about "Better"

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

Rappers get jealous because they know lucifer's better,

Cant you see it wont get better

Life’s a bitch and i feel her

You trying real hard to appeal to someone

So you better run better run son

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

While i briefly think you're better

Not to give me stress and add to pressure

But trust me that makes the joy better

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

Seldomly blasting i would stomp him without asking

I can't touch her, so for pleasure

Liked it when those days were better

Knowing that the situation wouldn't get better,

My pocket's fat, somebody check my blood pressure