This is a song about "Aim"

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

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

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Too drunk to aim, so i might accidentally

If she cook and keep her vagina like a secret

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

So i ended up all alone

Aim bullets straight at your dome

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

It's the dc thang, incase you ain't notice

Is impossible to aim or reach with your banal screech

Yeah i know a city that's surrounded by a beautiful beach

Takin' aim at the white rhino like poachers

I refuse to be another being on this earth

Your body's right as rain

Ill minded imma take aim,