This is a song about "Improving"

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

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

Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green supreme hats

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

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

And if you light skin you might want to be careful

You steady static, not improving, i have got potential

Your supposed to be improving, not confusing,

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin