This is a song about "Improve"

Who made a situation from what you see it's a problem

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

Backwoods don’t do papers, that was just for my haters

But how can we improve when kids enjoy crushing flowers

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

Girls say everything that i write smooth

Little pressure to improve because clever was born great

But most niggas love nothin' so i made this tape

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

Man going around around the world so many times i'm dizzy

I running daily drills, to improve my crazy skills

Just another day out in beverly hills

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

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

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