This is a song about "Aim"

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

Never let the game play youand for the fame

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

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

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

Cut the commercial, he be texting all the side bitches

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

Your dad's purple heart now hangs over his ashes

Email too, facebook, aim, everything gone

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

This is like riding through the city

I got great aim though, don't insult me

Its my trigger finger just slit when i aim

Oh you a muslim now, no more dope game

I suggest you do it, and aim for the stars

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops