This is a song about "Improve"

I’m a bad boy, bitch, ask puff, sip ciroc its my last cup

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

And bijies like im out and

Improve your encouragement,

Try to improve on all the things i lack,

In the back of a chevy that’s all black

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

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

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/

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

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

I tell her it's my house, give her a tour

We can improve lives or choose to just fake and sure,