This is a song about "Improve"

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight

Little pressure to improve because clever was born great

I'll attest to the test, improve and prove i fight fair

Tell me where my soldiers at? put yo' pistols in the air

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

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

But how can we improve when kids enjoy crushing flowers

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

If not i'm hoping that this letter could convey how i'm feeling

Doing things to improve the streets as a human being,

And ya’ll better relax, talking bout that he wack

Try to improve on all the things i lack,

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

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin