This is a song about "My style gets better"

Till my mind gets better

Pain, he's ready for whatever

We can talk things over a little a while

Doing my graffiti art, or even wearing my style

Your bitch, she ugly, i kick her out the bed

I swear life gets better, youll get outta debt

My rap style is kinda like flying kites,

I used to have dark nights now it’s bright lights

It gets better trust me

Cause some of you bitches funny

Everybody in the house was swingin' on my style,

I'm rappin' for the scholars and the hustlers, meanwhile

Yo, i'm a hot and bothered astronaut crashing while

Got congratulated cause my lyrics and my style

The only time i flirt with her

And i'm told it gets better