This is a song about "Aim"

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

When i'm working for certain, i'm hurting the game

I suggest you do it, and aim for the stars

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

I can pass out many scantrons, fail many students

I aim to cause strain until your cranium busts,

Email too, facebook, aim, everything gone

They say i'm wrong and i'm heartless, but all along

Thoughts, cause you're an outsider tryna get in brain

Its my trigger finger just slit when i aim

Aim bullets straight at your dome

Whip, plane, motions own

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

Press, they look at me like i'm a menace