This is a song about "Better"

Ain't better, you better rebel, smell cheddar and shells

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Cant you see it wont get better

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

While i briefly think you're better

Ha! i'm more cleaver, clever

I thought i recognized her

But im only getting better

I like silver better!..

And that i spent the night with her

Boy got dollars, pounds or whatever

State that yo--money makes you better

My pocket's fat, somebody check my blood pressure

Basic contender, i'm basically better..

Till my mind gets better

That don’t mean i’ma stunt her