This is a song about "Improve"

I running daily drills, to improve my crazy skills

And it’s over for powder ‘cause they movin’ them pills

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

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

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

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

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

Fuck a cold sore, getcha getcha own cup

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

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

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

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

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

Nasty new street slugger, my heat seeks suckers