This is a song about "Self improvement"

A big improvement, i plan to take the game to a new set of rules

You wonder how it feels to walk a mile inside tha shoes

And you wonder why niggas keep the gun tucked

Better ourselves with improvement

Texting my mama current self

Cause i can't seem to hear myself

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

We're seeing no improvement either/

I'm driving in a stolen truck, and i'm probably fucking drunk

This is a place for self improvement to become rap fluent

Trapped in my own self, i'm amaze

Got me thinkin' 'bout better days

And her smile lit up the room

Self made bitch im coming soon.