Found one of my first raps (Have I gotten better?)

Yea I've had it I'm fucking wreaking havoc/ Time I go at it like I'm manic/ Killed Tony with them Redban shenanigans / Steady jabbin I been unmasking/ The captains of this fake ass advancment/ Label artists faker than plastic/ These gassed up pricks be rivaling a cactus/ Moved from trap shit to all this whack shit/ Dead habits won't ever give an advantage/ Just empty cabinets with dead maggots/ Fucking think that they know what the fuck rap is/ When factually their hot new track is/ Just old baggage that's fucking been repackaged/ Yet they keep making all this racket/ Cause pollution's all they ever get fans with/ Littering hip hop streets with trash beats/ It's all fine till you find out the fines drastic/ It ain't savage only damages/ Everything that hip hop has worked to establish/ So sit down and quit ya damn yapping/ Unless y'all wanna end up in a casket/ Formula one speeds with a fast whip/ While your Nascar only be doing half it/ Yea just got the game about last week/ Yet sum how circling y'all like a track meet/ Nah fool, you won't ever surpass me/ Cause I been driving from the backseat/ Switching lanes while I'm driving hands free/ Never stagnant cause I got stag feet/ That means, I got fast feet, you can't see/ Yea you're looking at a peak athlete/ Opening doors with my master key/ Fuck it, I'm what the janitor needs/ Cause his keys can't breach the lock I've freed/ Swiped keys? no need it just popped right off/ Secrets unlocked now I'm popping off/ Shit is art I finally learned to draw/ Sharp lines makes a clear pic no cost/ Connecting thoughts like its dot to dots/ But these knockoffs keep doing it wrong/ Scribble a little and that's the song/ So their fans don't ever get what they want/ I'll show y'all the right way to pop off/ See the fans are the way to be hot/ Cause if the seed ain't ever been dropped/ Ya won't reap any rewards at all/ Gotta know who's watering your crops/ Expose y'all for what y'all really are/ Ya just trees, no leaves, your trunks sawed off/ Sit there remixing the same damn song/ Y'all making my ears wanna fall off/ So get ready for your own down fall/ Mix it up, with that right hand cross/ Get boxed, fuckin taped up and shipped off/ Better know bitch you facing King Kong/ Yea just like COD, we in the Gulag/ And there ain't gonna be no respawn/