This is a song about "Improve"

I running daily drills, to improve my crazy skills

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

You niggas is anything, my bitches get everything

Doing things to improve the streets as a human being,

It's blacc friday and i'm glad to be black

Try to improve on all the things i lack,

Improve your encouragement,

Scrilla fan, oh boy and

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

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

Cause i hella copped em so i could be way flyer than all them

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

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

From the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

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