This is a song about "Improve"

Little pressure to improve because clever was born great

That's why this my mission statement, bitch get it straight

Hell maybe this will improve your ass and make your anus better

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

And fuck trying to get with these crooked ass hypocritesthey way they see it, we was meant to be kept down

This is a double entendre ur a troubled contender for my crown improve ur vocab clown/

Try to improve on all the things i lack,

I used to want to be the messiah of rap

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

Put them out randomly hopin' that i get some

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

Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

To always keep at it, improve, yeah, keep learning/

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

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve