This is a song about "Improve"

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

Rectum, i'm like a chromosome i always x them

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

Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, grey goose

How to show improve, so i move like a soldier move.

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

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

Must be part of some big plan to keep a brotha in tha state

Little pressure to improve because clever was born great

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

Pssst... psssssst... aiyyoare you afraid to die, or do you wanna live forever

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

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

'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