This is a song about "My style gets better"

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

I know they gon' see me unless they senile

It gets better trust me

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

Stuntin' in some other jordan nines

My rap style is kinda like flying kites,

Got congratulated cause my lyrics and my style

We can talk things over a little a while

The damage is major, hoping it all gets better

And my nigga bam bam, he ready for whatever

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Hope he gets better but its lookin grim

Now momma told me be careful who you love

Indeed its curtains my style venomous

It gets better with time or at least we can pretend

One parent above, the other live scared