This is a song about "Aim"

20 racks really thats sneaker money

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

And aim all of my drive by's at holocaust survivors.

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

Takin' aim at the white rhino like poachers

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

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

Luda moved digits after he moved bitches

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

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

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

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

Come and see what i'm about, pull your hair you say my name

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

My aim is to win when placed with a pen

And you down, hold it down for my nigga them