This is a song about "Improvement"

It's ironic, your eyes need more improvement than mine

Is it possible at the same moment in time

Uh, every time i’m in my city, i be acting like my shit don’t stink

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

The ice ain't really nothing to her

We're seeing no improvement either/

No room for improvement with my gat surges, my head is fuckin spinnin like lap circles

Tryin to torture em to tell, i'm gettin mailbut ain't nobody sayin much, the same old nuts

Blew twenty bands in that king of diamonds

In proving improvement in chunks,

A big improvement, i plan to take the game to a new set of rules

My own worst enemy so fuck it either way i can't lose

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

This is a place for self improvement to become rap fluent

Im happier when high and drunk

Better ourselves with improvement