This is a song about "Improve"

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

Fucking sucks, i thought that they'd improve, it's just fake and silly,

And cry about our lives, 'cuz nothing could improve 'em,

Just put on one of me or big sean's cds and roll me some

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

One can never be judged when he dress like his brothers

No! it ain't fair, but we all bear and do our share

I'll attest to the test, improve and prove i fight fair

Ah hell not the beast really i don't give a fuck

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

Little pressure to improve because clever was born great

You're in the kitchen trying to fix us a hot plate

'till i see the sickening prison system improve a little, bitch it's,

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks