This is a song about "Improve"

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

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

Cause so far i done witnessed to many dead niggas in caskets

'till i see the sickening prison system improve a little, bitch it's,

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

You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup

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

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

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

But really i'm just caught in the loop, of understanding the truth

But how can we improve when kids enjoy crushing flowers

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

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