This is a song about "Improve"

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

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

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

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

Girls say everything that i write smooth

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

But how can we improve when kids enjoy crushing flowers

Alicia keys needs to improve her grammar

Life is a bitch so a g can't sweat her

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

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

They hate on calipari, but i never seen the problem

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