This is a song about "You better tell who the real one"

I'm here to tell you it all gets better

You know...you know who you are

Those who runnin won't tell you the truth,

'cuz y'all don't understand i will not lose

So, i just need someone to talk to, kinda rushed

You can thank my dad, for the one who forms rust

Put your whole goddamn career in a casket

And what i tell you, you better use it

Niggas from where i'm from they don't fuck with fights

The real influence to everybody who rhymes

Nobody but each other could be the better half of either one of you

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate

Cause you the only one who can retrieve it

And get on down with this thc vision

You gotta move on find a better one