This is a song about "Aim"

See these bitches can't cut in yo business

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

And i make music for the fuck of it, no fame

Sky is no limit and beyond am gonna aim/

Die young, corpse identified by your parents

I aim to cause strain until your cranium busts,

Bad rap, cuties claim

Ill minded imma take aim,

Better aim than a shooter,

Jt: didn't get a gift for her

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

Past all these glass jaws and assholes that claim

Better yet they work my every nerve

Takin' aim at the white rhino like poachers