This is a song about "You won t get better"

T get this paper so my get to see the holiday

I got the cookie-cutter, mami the pepper spray

The ice ain't really nothing to her

Cant you see it wont get better

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

I'mma stay on the grind get mine like a real nigga should (you better believe it)

You don;t thin anymore

The art of war

See i ain't the coach, but i make a girl run till she open

See you thought you would start the battle but i've already won

Well that's not her fucking name, but i think this shit is clever

While your just pathetic, but dont let it get to you, better

Keep close, think i froze, 'cause you're giving me an overdose, you won

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one