This is a song about "Aim"

Like a monica skinded with a madonna spirit

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

It’s not a game, hold your dame

Mane, my aim is rain on you shame,

I suggest you do it, and aim for the stars

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

Have a toast for tha homiessee we both gotta die

If you do then ima have to aim and fry

And when you know you a catch it’s hard to pass up these bitches

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

I got great aim though, don't insult me

Fuck that nigga, i am the party

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

I ain't fucking mexican, but we can have sex again