This is a song about "Improve"

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

Put them out randomly hopin' that i get some

I'm murdering instrumentals cause i rap with the conscience

I running daily drills, to improve my crazy skills

Me i never call em back, she said that y’all go together

Hell maybe this will improve your ass and make your anus better

I'm longer than em: i ain't talking no rockin republic

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

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

Striving, working nine to five with no health care

To improve there's always somebody out there with a better fucking move

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

One thing that you niggas must acknowledge, i beat beats like a tantrum scottish kilt

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