This is a song about "Aim"

You’ll never be me partner so it don’t fucking matter

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

I'm an eskimo, nigga, i got cold bars

I suggest you do it, and aim for the stars

Better aim than a shooter,

How simple they are

Aim bullets straight at your dome

Lets get fucked up to the bone

A working genius, a work of art

I clap shit-aim at your heart

Takin' aim at the white rhino like poachers

Got your baby mama sending nude pictures

And reflect on the rap game, i came

Its my trigger finger just slit when i aim

And trying to start today with arguments

I aim to cause strain until your cranium busts,