This is a song about "Improve"

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

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

Improve your encouragement,

Fuck you if you feelin' different

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

My hat is by jabbia and if you got a fucking problem

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

Little pressure to improve because clever was born great

No days off is time gone, trying to get my paper straight

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

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

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

But how can we improve when kids enjoy crushing flowers