This is a song about "Aim"

I clap shit-aim at your heart

Guess i'll meet her right back at start

My aim is to win when placed with a pen

Bring the hook,i think i need to spark again

Its my trigger finger just slit when i aim

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again

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

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

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

Cause you're not my wife, bitch you're a stand for this night

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

I suggest you do it, and aim for the stars

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

I never gave a fuck and that's what they love