This is a song about "Aim"

My aim is to win when placed with a pen

I'll never call you bitch again

Or aim for the head instead,

Y’all millhouse, blew y’all head

But i'm a hustler, in my heart, trapped is the game

Its my trigger finger just slit when i aim

I rather give you my last to see you live again

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

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

Niggas run and hidenapoleon will provide

And if i give it to you, don't you treat me like them bitches

We're the same, i aim to separate you from this

Ill minded imma take aim,

It's been nothing but pain

I keep that hottie, just look at her body

I got great aim though, don't insult me