This is a song about "Dreaming of a better place"

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Dreaming to be like marshal putting a photo of shady

Of impossible actions so drop the dreaming,

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

I'm lucky that i got a better place to call home. no longer sad and alone.

Sang sittin there kickin it with malcolm, 'til the day camelittle latasha sho' grown

She dreams of her fantasy world, living in a high place,

She don't even need a job, got one anyways

My mom bless, her heart was in a better place.

Prps cover my eight’s, uhh, lemme switch my pace

Me and juan ensurin' you that your slut daughters gone

Cause i am in a better place, i'm home where i belong.

The uk is a lovely place, full of all sorts of race

Heyyy! better daysgot me thinkin' 'bout better days