This is a song about "Improve"

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

Try to improve on all the things i lack,

My nigga co-bizzy virginia is back

Alicia keys needs to improve her grammar

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

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

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

First i have potential, now i got them answers

Uh, every time i’m in my city, i be acting like my shit don’t stink

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

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

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

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck

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