This is a song about "Aim"

On my mama nigga, i be gone for months

I aim to cause strain until your cranium busts,

I suggest you do it, and aim for the stars

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

I swear i'll never call you bitch again

Mane, my aim is rain on you shame,

Together all the timethought it was true love

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

Its my trigger finger just slit when i aim

But i'mma build it ground up, let's again

Takin' aim at the white rhino like poachers

Jordan 4s won't find me in no loafers

Movin, eyelids low cause my bills too high

If you do then ima have to aim and fry

Well rick james, maury jane

Ill minded imma take aim,