This is a song about "Aim"

Hoes pop from the corda to hope park

I clap shit-aim at your heart

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

And strangle you with that fucking leather jacket

You just need to take me, i know you can fly

If you do then ima have to aim and fry

Or aim for the head instead,

You tryin hard to maintain, then go head

Sky is no limit and beyond am gonna aim/

Why don't you take a sip up on this champagne

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

All these haters get aim- itis evrey time i spit

But the industry's a lot like, a crap game

Its my trigger finger just slit when i aim