This is a song about "Aim"

We ain't doing armani, this is hermes fly

If you do then ima have to aim and fry

Better aim than a shooter,

The only time i flirt with her

Trying to say goodbye to the glamorous chains and cars

I suggest you do it, and aim for the stars

Riding around with ms. reece and them

My aim is to win when placed with a pen

I aim to cause strain until your cranium busts,

Takin' notes on how to win, fuckin' students

I don't toot my own horn but i'm a cold train

Sky is no limit and beyond am gonna aim/

Its my trigger finger just slit when i aim

It's a shameso much pressure on my brain

My hat is always the color of cactus

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