This is a song about "Improving style"

Even then my style still needed detox/

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

Yo, i'm a hot and bothered astronaut crashing while

Become complicated never be wit rythm bringin' style

You never tire, might as well as inspire

Your in the ocean swimming doggy style

They just hated my style,

Bitch i'm on fire

Told me rep the city good keep the board moving

Your supposed to be improving, not confusing,

Probably won't last long, you know it's been a while

I can't seem to get a rap that suits my rap style

Animal style my style is wild

Good help is hard to find

You steady static, not improving, i have got potential

I ain't got time to swag nigga this is monumental