This is a song about "Aim"

Heavy in the game

Ill minded imma take aim,

Mane, my aim is rain on you shame,

And my niggas all the same

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

I've be stressin in the spotlight, i want the fame

My aim is to win when placed with a pen

I’m effervescent, just ask them

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

Pictures of me in my final stage you know mama cried

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

Housing projects, middle class gangsters, aim and spark it,

I got great aim though, don't insult me

My slight fo's just talk dirty

All these haters get aim- itis evrey time i spit

I’m tryna have them lips sync, milli vanilli shit