This is a song about "Aim"

Email too, facebook, aim, everything gone

Conversations on the phone til the break of dawn

If you went to prison youde aim to drop the soap faster

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

I clap shit-aim at your heart

Hope all over again, we can start

Is impossible to aim or reach with your banal screech

Yeah i know a city that's surrounded by a beautiful beach

Mane, my aim is rain on you shame,

So much to say a scrabble game

Man in the mirror, i can’t get my shot again

Its my trigger finger just slit when i aim

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

This my little brother on my mother's side, our father died

My aim is to win when placed with a pen

And i'm man-genie, flyer than the rest of them