This is a song about "Improving style"

We about to set this bitch on fire

I'm glad you didn't part kurt cobain style

They just hated my style,

They say i don't never smile

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

Even then my style still needed detox/

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

Your in the ocean swimming doggy style

I never smiled as a juvenile

Style getting anarchistic, shudda ate supper

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Become complicated never be wit rythm bringin' style

No disrespecting baby, just tryna make you smile

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

My money for folarin, but you do not get to throw