This is a song about "Aim"

I'm so intact so i stay sharp

I clap shit-aim at your heart

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

And if i give it to you, don't you treat me like them bitches

All y'all niggas taking shots, just adjust your aim,

But i feel my transformation gon' smash the entire game

It’s not a game, hold your dame

Mane, my aim is rain on you shame,

You need to hit the door, search for a new guy

If you do then ima have to aim and fry

Aim bullets straight at your dome

This nigga jasper trying to get grown

I suggest you do it, and aim for the stars

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

Better aim than a shooter,

I am the streets, the future