This is a song about "Aim"

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

Better aim than a shooter,

Is impossible to aim or reach with your banal screech

Ay yo your girl around me? that's like sand to a beach

Never alone we 'bout to make the drums cry

If you do then ima have to aim and fry

Hope all over again, we can start

I clap shit-aim at your heart

On my mama nigga, i be gone for months

I aim to cause strain until your cranium busts,

All these haters get aim- itis evrey time i spit

And my vision isn't set on the money i get