This is a song about "We are way better"

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

Cuz my raps are way tighter i got a way wider

Hoping that hip-hop can surface and go-go again

We are inside looking outward, that's the only way as men

Fuck outta here i writer better shit on my way to school

Bust that pussy open, turn that sofa to a fuckin pool

Better stay outta their way 'cause their convict runners

One can never be judged when he dress like his brothers

Life is like a phone booth, these pigeons is the fuckin' toll

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

Mom relaxed, dad chilled, we all had it better

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

If you're spending than there ain't no better way to spend it,

Are much important i'm getting angrier while recording

Yo outta time way outta line i'm better than fine i'm king