This is a song about "Better"

My brother got knocked now they hold him in cells

Ain't better, you better rebel, smell cheddar and shells

After the club, gettin you open

So you better run better run son

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

You couldn't come at me with something better,

Or something that you paid for

But trust me that makes the joy better

For a better life,hoping one day its going to better right

This my little brother on my mother's side, our father died

Ya'll wife and white knight her

Told you i was better

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

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king