This is a song about "Aim"

Its my trigger finger just slit when i aim

Bitches choosing their excuses: my new car’s to blame

Better aim than a shooter,

I'm beside the future

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

I suggest you do it, and aim for the stars

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

And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shit

With 80 racks in my pocket, nigga i go in all night

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

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Masturbation seems to be primary aim of this nation,

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

Takin' aim at the white rhino like poachers

Just in case a nigga never see that thrill again

Sky is no limit and beyond am gonna aim/