This is a song about "Aim"

Make music for the masses, but still aim for the bases,

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

Y'all can't ever fade that, i don't ever lack shit

All these haters get aim- itis evrey time i spit

I swear i'll never call you bitch again

My aim is to win when placed with a pen

What it means to know your momma or your father on that pipe

Hand my ass a gun and i prolly couldn't even aim right

All y'all niggas taking shots, just adjust your aim,

It's a shameso much pressure on my brain

Aim bullets straight at your dome

Now i'm in the zone

Its my trigger finger just slit when i aim

Just in case a nigga never see that thrill again

Masturbation seems to be primary aim of this nation,

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win