This is a song about "Better"

That's real as ever

Cause there aint no one better

So i'm writing you this letter

Told you i was better

But im only getting better

You is not hip then i can not coach her

I know yo momma taught you better,

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

You couldn't come at me with something better,

Get high together, left ny together

State that yo--money makes you better

Ha! i'm more cleaver, clever

Liked it when those days were better

This the newest wolf gang member

Queen wit a crown that be down for whatever

Rappers get jealous because they know lucifer's better,