This is a song about "Better"

Took the van, went snatch her

And i'm told it gets better

When i peep in the public, bet i'm leaving with something

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

Rappers get jealous because they know lucifer's better,

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

Knowing that the situation wouldn't get better,

They all are pretenders, i am the 7th letter

Told you i was better

And put it together

I can't touch her, so for pleasure

I like silver better!..

Chorus: better life, better life, grow up and find yourself a wife,

Nobody gives a fuck about usbut when i start to rise

And i ain't frontin for her

State that yo--money makes you better