This is a song about "Fighting between husband and wife"

Every nigga prolly' hate, tell them niggas get a life

And now with god's touch and healing i can honor my wife.

Let's have a toast for this new love

War between poorness and richness

Go run to your garage and grab you wife.

But i was more self concerned with the broads in life

My visions that i record, the instruments i adore

With her own married husband, a bitch and a whore,

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

Living underground like a godfather buried alive

But one day, she with her husband and child went to a crowded place

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

A simple solution tell your husband tell your wife