This is a song about "Improve"

Grandma called, see me on the billboards around the city

Fucking sucks, i thought that they'd improve, it's just fake and silly,

You wonder how it feels to walk a mile inside tha shoes

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

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

Um tom frazier, new lebron haters

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

I running daily drills, to improve my crazy skills

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

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

Bad bitch mac lip she a actress have her in the coup suckin on the gear shift

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

John rocket atlanta's bravest know that i'm awesome

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