This is a song about "Aim"

I refuse to be another being on this earth

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

I suggest you do it, and aim for the stars

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

This is like riding through the city

I got great aim though, don't insult me

We're the same, i aim to separate you from this

Cut the commercial, he be texting all the side bitches

Aim bullets straight at your dome

Know i just call it head phone

They don't hear my bark

I clap shit-aim at your heart

But now invisible cells around your brain

Its my trigger finger just slit when i aim

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

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love