This is a song about "Aim"

I suggest you do it, and aim for the stars

I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box

Better aim than a shooter,

That damier bag i bought her

Your dad's purple heart now hangs over his ashes

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

I gotta' aim high, that's my ability,

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Ill minded imma take aim,

Hallow be thy name

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

Either one, dun, long as my digits the same

Takin' aim at the white rhino like poachers

Where my, soldiers, my true thug rollers