This is a song about "Wife and kids"

There's no answer for it, these rhetorical lyrics

You a trophy wife and its time to collect my winnings

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

Battle savages scavenge libs and manage average kids..

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Clothes are dusted and he loathes these kids

I try and respect kids

She likes the way it hits her lips

My mona lisa painting on the wall came to life

And now with god's touch and healing i can honor my wife.

Rapping that gabbage, attracting maggots

And giving peppermint candy to innocent kids

My issue isn't televised and you ain't gotta tell the wise

Chorus: better life, better life, grow up and find yourself a wife,

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick

Now in that better life kids and wife don't always have to be implemented,