This is a song about "Improve"

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

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

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

Cause so far i done witnessed to many dead niggas in caskets

I tell her it's my house, give her a tour

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

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

And if you listening know you wondering

Street fighter ho, she had that tiger upper cut

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

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

Multiple colors, my mind's more productive than others

But how can we improve when kids enjoy crushing flowers

How to show improve, so i move like a soldier move.

I make my old bitch buy me all the latest shoes