This is a song about "Improve"

Alicia keys needs to improve her grammar

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for

Fuck a cold sore, getcha getcha own cup

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

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

Thats why we're always goin and we don't gotta go with them

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

Baby moms on greyhound for 8 hours

Little pressure to improve because clever was born great

She was a les 'til i went ahead and screwed her straight

And i'm gonna keep at it, work to improve/

But little did they know, i’m trying to change the rules

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

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