This is a song about "Better"

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

So that make you a queen, surviving anything

So i'm writing you this letter

You couldn't come at me with something better,

But im only getting better

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

I can't touch her, so for pleasure

While i briefly think you're better

Good love then i can do that for her

I know yo momma taught you better,

Big serg, we ready for whatever

Cant you see it wont get better

I pipe in and one night her

State that yo--money makes you better

I can't see yalet's show these fools how we do it over on this west side

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