This is a song about "Aim"

Email too, facebook, aim, everything gone

J cole, don trip, drake, big sean

My driver's out of this world, you playing bumper cars

I suggest you do it, and aim for the stars

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

Flyest nigga in this bitch, and i don't even own no chain

The mask is on 'em like a catholic service

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

Uh, yeah, hot damn, here we go again

Mane, my aim is rain on you shame,

Its my trigger finger just slit when i aim

It's a shameso much pressure on my brain

I got 800 invisible men

My aim is to win when placed with a pen