This is a song about "Aim"

If you do then ima have to aim and fry

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

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

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

Whaddup hoops, tell them it was for the money

Too drunk to aim, so i might accidentally

Its my trigger finger just slit when i aim

Then i wait for them days to turn good again

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

I suggest you do it, and aim for the stars

I clap shit-aim at your heart

Ballin, folarin so goddamn hard

Where my, soldiers, my true thug rollers

Takin' aim at the white rhino like poachers