This is a song about "Improve"

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

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

And your bitch is the type of bitch who really wanna lose

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

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

But how can we improve when kids enjoy crushing flowers

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

Tell me where my soldiers at? put yo' pistols in the air

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

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

Better yet they work my every nerve

Just another day out in beverly hills

I running daily drills, to improve my crazy skills