This is a song about "Aim"

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

Stussy’s g-shock with my custom pair of 3d glasses

Is impossible to aim or reach with your banal screech

Ay yo your girl around me? that's like sand to a beach

Listen, i'm fishing, you bitch niggas is missing i got that

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

They swore that i was all fuckin' nuts like a gay porn

Email too, facebook, aim, everything gone

Make music for the masses, but still aim for the bases,

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

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

‘cause every mother’s day needs a mother’s night

Ill minded imma take aim,

I'm going off the top of the brain