This is a song about "Improving style"

Chopping my style down like spruce wood

From hollywood to the hood

Become complicated never be wit rythm bringin' style

We can talk things over a little a while

Your in the ocean swimming doggy style

Run for cover and return fire

You steady static, not improving, i have got potential

O.f. is the coldest thing, and i'm the fuckin' general

Style getting anarchistic, shudda ate supper

Ain't tryin to fight no war against my brother

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