This is a song about "Ok but im better"

If you can make it through the night there's a brighter day

Killer escaping, gone, but she said it was would be ok

Young peyton don't huddle, still run my play

And it is not ok, but hey,

This nigga a skank you need to know you're way below my ranks

Im better than them man, im better than your plans, got the world in my hands

Came from italybellisimo, was tha callyeah nigga i got versace

Im looking better every day but every day he looking gay

Maybe im better liked then i know

Addicted to stardom, a wish to blow

But trust me that makes the joy better

And i need this forever

But thats ok i always could use some chemical assistance,

Real enough to admit i listen to people's opinions

The little engine that could, this little nigga is good

Ok not much your lectures, but i want the hype you knew i could