This is a song about "Aim"

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

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

I suggest you do it, and aim for the stars

Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve

Ill minded imma take aim,

Down in dallas at the all-star game

Takin' aim at the white rhino like poachers

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

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

I give my heart to one broad, the others get the pipe

Forgetting the seasonslames not in my lane

Its my trigger finger just slit when i aim

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

And aim all of my drive by's at holocaust survivors.