This is a song about "Ill improve my life"

I try to improve my style but shit's not worth

One can never be judged when he dress like his brothers

When i get my hands on nines

My ill rhymes, will chill spines/

Scoop pills, 5 g's on a phone bill

You just hatin cuz my flow so ill

But i don’t knock you i just blame it on your old head, rats

Take a chance, my life will get better, ill advance

We will never die, we are forever alive

I write about your part in my life life life

And gary coleman just passed: life is short

Then ill cordially accept my award

Like a male version of lauryn hill

No budget but my chain is ill

I'm tall, dark, skinny, my ears are big as fuck

I don't wanna improve my lines cause i fuckin suck