This is a song about "Aim"

Too drunk to aim, so i might accidentally

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

If you went to prison youde aim to drop the soap faster

My mom is all i have so it's never meet the parents

I aim to cause strain until your cranium busts,

I gotta' aim high, that's my ability,

Third ward general, young cash money

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

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

Your dad's purple heart now hangs over his ashes

It's been nothing but pain

Mane, my aim is rain on you shame,

Corvette so clean you'll think bruce springsteen rid that

All these haters get aim- itis evrey time i spit