This is a song about "Onto better things"

We skip college, chase dollars and black pennies

But i triumph it all, so i fall onto my knees

Somebody tell justin beiber that i'm fuckin' coming

Moving on to better things, to better us, it better bring

Talk much shit cause i never had shiti could remember being whupped in class

Cuz i got better things to do then rap with you, got my own path

Hold onto dreams and see where the cream has got us

Red berry everywhere, got puff getting jealous

You already know you're dead

Ms body burned onto the sun deck,

Rolling a double rhouse full of happiness, weed and drank

Things are better rough, your boyfriend's would know first hand/

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

Let me go like this, ready for whatever