This is a song about "Better"

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her

And i'm told it gets better

But trust me that makes the joy better

It still will come up clever

You couldn't come at me with something better,

They all are pretenders, i am the 7th letter

And put it together

Liked it when those days were better

I know yo momma taught you better,

Well one man’s trash is another man’s treasure

It could possibly get any better

My nigga pac, be ready for whatever

Forever fuck paradise cuz its no better

Let me go like this, ready for whatever

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

Cant you see it wont get better