This is a song about "Improve"

Rozay told me keep on working, shawty you’ll be rich forever, ever

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

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

But how can we improve when kids enjoy crushing flowers

That mean i never trust em. and if you ever love them

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

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

I stuff you in the trunk, drunk

Improve your encouragement,

I was alerting her just to reinsert in her

Alicia keys needs to improve her grammar

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

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