This is a song about "Aim"

And i won't be lyin' when i say i’m a sick rapper

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

Though uncalled for, they gon drop them

My aim is to win when placed with a pen

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

Too drunk to aim, so i might accidentally

Aim bullets straight at your dome

She ain't tryna go low, go head home

If you do then ima have to aim and fry

Tryin'a keep up with my mind, and you wonder why

Make music for the masses, but still aim for the bases,

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

I suggest you do it, and aim for the stars

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops