This is a song about "Aim"

Mane, my aim is rain on you shame,

Searching for fortune and fame

Hand my ass a gun and i prolly couldn't even aim right

Fucked your broad cause my game tight, sit ringside at the main fight

I refuse to be another being on this earth

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

You can pick apart my raps, i ain’t told ya na’ lie

If you do then ima have to aim and fry

And that i spent the night with her

Better aim than a shooter,

Housing projects, middle class gangsters, aim and spark it,

But that's a shitty accent you should've figured that

Or aim for the head instead,

The lights may flicker, your face feels red

Too drunk to aim, so i might accidentally

They giving pounds and that before get the money