This is a song about "Aim"

Better yet they work my every nerve

Takin' aim at the white rhino like poachers

Too drunk to aim, so i might accidentally

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

And all the pain the world cause she be healin' that shit

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

My aim is to win when placed with a pen

And it rules everything around them

Mixing potion from african forests

I aim to cause strain until your cranium busts,

So you can see why they mad, look at they status

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

If you do then ima have to aim and fry

Luchador like i been masked but still remain fly