This is a song about "Improve"

We're out with the stars, you're on your way to the best night ever

Hell maybe this will improve your ass and make your anus better

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

Um tom frazier, new lebron haters

Little pressure to improve because clever was born great

Wasn’t bustin’ jimmy, i’d be busy gettin’ paid

One thing that you niggas must acknowledge, i beat beats like a tantrum scottish kilt

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

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

Fuck it, momma's proud of her asthmatic thin fuck

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

Grandma called, see me on the billboards around the city

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