This is a song about "Improve"

Kickin' in the door, and i'm everybody problem

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

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

The morgue could afford just cause we was doing murdering

One thing that you niggas must acknowledge, i beat beats like a tantrum scottish kilt

Rappad will improve me i know it will, look at the improvement i've fulfilled

Fuck a cold sore, getcha getcha own cup

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

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

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

Knees dug deep into the pavement

Improve your encouragement,

When you making a difference it's gone be haters

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

I running daily drills, to improve my crazy skills

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference