This is a song about "Improve"

Doing things to improve the streets as a human being,

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

And fuck trying to get with these crooked ass hypocritesthey way they see it, we was meant to be kept down

This is a double entendre ur a troubled contender for my crown improve ur vocab clown/

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

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

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

You know i spit that sick shit and there’s still no cure

But how can we improve when kids enjoy crushing flowers

Multiple colors, my mind's more productive than others

Bail hard but balling 50 on them pretty shoes

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

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

But when it’s all said and done i’mma be ahead of them

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

I’m a bad boy, bitch, ask puff, sip ciroc its my last cup