This is a song about "Aim"

Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses

We're the same, i aim to separate you from this

Its my trigger finger just slit when i aim

I apologize i don't recollect your name

I got great aim though, don't insult me

Bitch, they call it motor city

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

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

Although i’m in the land of milk and honey

Too drunk to aim, so i might accidentally

Making his own fucking beats, covers, videos and all that shit

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

Takin' aim at the white rhino like poachers

Where they cherish gangsters and not teachers