This is a song about "Improve"

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

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

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

Let me enlighten you, i am the brightest of the youth

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

You know its black thought and your boy the bro ?uest, but

Doing things to improve the streets as a human being,

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

This is a double entendre ur a troubled contender for my crown improve ur vocab clown/

And fuck trying to get with these crooked ass hypocritesthey way they see it, we was meant to be kept down

I've become immune to you no name haters

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

Then clap then shake it without breaking your back

Try to improve on all the things i lack,

See it's effortless, these niggas can't step up in my shoes

How to show improve, so i move like a soldier move.