This is a song about "Improve"

I'm tall, dark, skinny, my ears are big as fuck

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

Look at what i'm up against, scrutiny, criticism

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

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

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

Improve your encouragement,

Knees dug deep into the pavement

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

This is just an indication that we still working

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

Ain't no skipper but all my bitches is ginger hair

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/

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

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