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

Bad bitch mac lip she a actress have her in the coup suckin on the gear shift

Rappad will improve me i know it will, look at the improvement i've fulfilled

Yeah, i got the flow that they know is the truth

And i'm gonna keep at it, work to improve/

We can improve lives or choose to just fake and sure,

I'm forever dope, you can check your schedule

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

And this money handsome, ain't that a panty anthem

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

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city