This is a song about "Aim"

And i got a little big, keep it low key

I got great aim though, don't insult me

Past all these glass jaws and assholes that claim

Its my trigger finger just slit when i aim

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

I've mastered this ask of me, my raff ain't practice

Jt: didn't get a gift for her

Better aim than a shooter,

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

I gotta' aim high, that's my ability,

Father fuckin her, older man fuckin her sis

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

At times i like to watch out the latest shit

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

Mane, my aim is rain on you shame,

Balling, but it’s not a game