This is a song about "Improve"

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

But how can we improve when kids enjoy crushing flowers

I running daily drills, to improve my crazy skills

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

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

I deserve a touch of sky been climbing from the bottom

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

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

Fuck it we on the move, none of use tryna lose

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

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

'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

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

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