This is a song about "Better"

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

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

And i'm told it gets better

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

State that yo--money makes you better

But it's whatever now i'm feelin better

That's why forever i love seldom and trust never

But im only getting better

I think it excited her

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

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Knowing that the situation wouldn't get better,

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for