This is a song about "Aim"

I aim like i hold the gold compass, a gold atlas.

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was

Is impossible to aim or reach with your banal screech

Rollin with my d-o-gs i'm chiefin on some long beach

Its my trigger finger just slit when i aim

You in the basement, i'm on the roof again

Holla out my set

Or aim for the head instead,

I got great aim though, don't insult me

And niggas flashing crazy

All these haters get aim- itis evrey time i spit

So i threw it in a rap so i'd remember that

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

I suggest you do it, and aim for the stars

I wish i’ll never see you again

Ill minded imma take aim,