This is a song about "Improve"

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

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

My only purpose is to jerk it cause it has a curve

But how can we improve when kids enjoy crushing flowers

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

But it was africa the continent we all came from

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

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

I running daily drills, to improve my crazy skills

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

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

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

You know its black thought and your boy the bro ?uest, but

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