This is a song about "Make me better"

You better clear out the way, make a way for my soul,

I was breakin' ‘em down, now i’m sellin' ‘em whole

Had to borrow the ice to make for a better snow

Now i'm laying out at the delano though

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

And every time i try to make things better...

Baby i beg to differ, bet you can polish a pole

You better clear out the way, make a way for my soul,

Celestial sphere, you better fear me

It's a battlejust for tha big money

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

Give me a smoke so i enjoy the view even better.

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

This was just me venting, now i'm feeling better

They waiting on me to give an a-okay, then the k gon' spray

Looked to the heavens and asked him to make a better way