This is a song about "How i m better than someone"

See, the luxury that we accustomed to, i take a smut to eat

Still i ve the money and there's nothing better than some weed..

I shred better than any paper shredder, better than

Somebody need to tell 'em that they can't do it like i can

"m sorry but m future life must be pleasant and ur no better than a peasant"

If this was a game, i would be considered a mothafuckin' legend

And i write it better than most could

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

Thinking your better than what i see,

And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby