This is a song about "Improve"

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

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

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

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

So before i have seeds gotta understand my roots

Uh, every time i’m in my city, i be acting like my shit don’t stink

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

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

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

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

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

This is a double entendre ur a troubled contender for my crown improve ur vocab clown/

And fuck trying to get with these crooked ass hypocritesthey way they see it, we was meant to be kept down