This is a song about "Aim"

Aim bullets straight at your dome

This nigga jasper trying to get grown

If you do then ima have to aim and fry

Movin, eyelids low cause my bills too high

And i swear, my lord, i been down to earth

Takin' aim at the white rhino like poachers

Its my trigger finger just slit when i aim

Your man wale in his own damn lane

Or aim for the head instead,

There lived a lil' boy who was misled

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

I suggest you do it, and aim for the stars