This is a song about "My style gets better"

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

I'm here to tell you it all gets better

Nobody can mimic my style and my sound

She ain't ever trippin when a nigga ain't around

Hope he gets better but its lookin grim

Gucci & nike, that’s what i call an option

And i'm told it gets better

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her

Doing my graffiti art, or even wearing my style

We can talk things over a little a while

And losin all his money

It gets better trust me

And aye ya yai dun had some bad bitches

Cause it gets no better than this