This is a song about "Improving"

Your supposed to be improving, not confusing,

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

You steady static, not improving, i have got potential

Odd future is children that's fucked up in they mental

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

This smooth groove is soothing n' abusin' the clues used, improving your crude views

And tell him to go canoeing / while i'm improving my flow

And attacking faster than foes can change the channel, whoa

He insane, already gone madblames himself for his setbacks

Inducing my movements / as i'm improving my fusing on tracks