This is a song about "You make me better"

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

Chevy filled up on petrol, times like this i just roll

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

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

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money

If you think youre better than i am then show me

When im dont gettin brains then i honor roll

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

Celestial sphere, you better fear me

We ain't hear to hurt nobody

But this bitch really think that i'm 'bout to buy her dinner

Oh you wanna mess with me? better reconsider/