This is a song about "Better"

Yeah, ready for whatever

I know yo momma taught you better,

That i will leave earth with her

I like silver better!..

But trust me that makes the joy better

Baby, you know who you are

Basic contender, i'm basically better..

The plight of a rapper or whatever

And i'm told it gets better

Poke out from behind her

It could possibly get any better

So she just sit while settling for the lesser

My nigga kato, ready for whatever

But it's whatever now i'm feelin better