This is a song about "Aim"

But i'mma build it ground up, let's again

Its my trigger finger just slit when i aim

I suggest you do it, and aim for the stars

Whole lot of cobras with dope like soap bars

No wonder why when times get hard

I clap shit-aim at your heart

My aim is to win when placed with a pen

Niggas start listenin', and what i'm givin' them

But five years from now i bet she see

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

I aim to cause strain until your cranium busts,

My mom is all i have so it's never meet the parents

If you do then ima have to aim and fry

I told her all about how we been living a lie

I got great aim though, don't insult me

Whole ride hazy tell her don't drive crazy