This is a song about "Improve"

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

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

To improve there's always somebody out there with a better fucking move

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

And i don’t gotta front, i play these niggas like a wisdom tooth

So if you want to beat me, you're gonna have to improve

I don't really know what the fuck's in my cup

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

Make a mess outta tracks, got my hat back

Try to improve on all the things i lack,

Then sip on this remy til they turn me up some

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

Everything at ease, you in double m g presence

I running daily drills, to improve my crazy skills

And i'm gonna keep at it, work to improve/

I ain’t gotta lie, they know i’m the truth