This is a song about "Better"

Liked it when those days were better

"contemplate", i wrote about her

So you better run better run son

What you doing when ross drop a hundred thousand

Right now, freestyle or write down, whatever

But trust me that makes the joy better

Foam game shitting on irish springs and lever

I know yo momma taught you better,

Because females deserve better

You is not hip then i can not coach her

Do tell us? who's better?

But that's what he liked her

Rappers get jealous because they know lucifer's better,

They all are pretenders, i am the 7th letter

Let me enter your life, lady we can spill our rice

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