This is a song about "Improve"

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

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

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

Alicia keys needs to improve her grammar

Other dudes be huggin and nourishin her

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

You ain't gettin' dough, don't even come around them

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

Well that's not her fucking name, but i think this shit is clever

Multiple colors, my mind's more productive than others

But how can we improve when kids enjoy crushing flowers

And bring wiz khalifa cause the green look pure

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

Then to be in my face asking for a rose cup

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