This is a song about "You ll be a better man than i ever was"

Dont you ever think once that ya better than uncle pete

Fine women love losers, that treat 'em bad and cheap

So if it comes down, may the best man win

I realized know i was no better than him

Might be leaving with me before the night is through

I bet a blind fish would rap better than you

I''ll serve you like a waiter even if we go paperless

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

Gucci & nike, that’s what i call an option

He wants to be a better man, but he's still him

Got me shooting at a ghostsome call me crazy

He was better than you, but that nigga still couldn't stick me

Life’s a bitch and i feel her

You ll still be a prize winner

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

Do it with eloquence, i'm back and i'm better than i ever been