This is a song about "Improved"

Laylow your game has improved and worsened to be honest, you're just an unpredictable person

Call that bitch rondoi'm fresher than the prom hoteach her, we don't fly coachshe fuckin' but she act dumb

It never crossed my mind, how much i improved from then to now and time to time

I must be goin' out my mindlike i'm up against the worldthis guerilla team of mine

Who fly? i'm a red eye with eye drops

Improved my game and won like the red sox.

Life's lemons is bitter, i need another fruit

Wake in the morning, its storming and my mood's improved/

I punched a fuckin' nurse and my mood was improved

And i'm the type of muhfucka that'll share you, shoot