This is a song about "Aim"

Email too, facebook, aim, everything gone

Used to be at the bottom, tell ‘em it wasn’t for long

Nobody ain't own us yet

Or aim for the head instead,

My aim is to win when placed with a pen

That's your girl, well buddy don't fumble it then

Ill minded imma take aim,

Gray coupe, whip in momma's name

Takin' aim at the white rhino like poachers

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

I thought i recognized her

Better aim than a shooter,

If you went to prison youde aim to drop the soap faster

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her