This is a song about "Improving style"

Even then my style still needed detox/

I'm an eskimo, nigga, i got cold bars

Through the barbed wire

Try to get wit my style

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

So nigga listen you can probably learn a lesson perhaps

Run for cover and return fire

They just hated my style,

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

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