This is a song about "Aim"

Ill minded imma take aim,

Trying to renovate the game

There lived a lil' boy who was misled

Or aim for the head instead,

Tats all on my arm, these hoes say i'm that bomb

Email too, facebook, aim, everything gone

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

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

Sky is no limit and beyond am gonna aim/

But i feel my transformation gon' smash the entire game

I got great aim though, don't insult me

But make sure if they do see

Yea i’m on that ball shit, boy you with that soft shit

All these haters get aim- itis evrey time i spit

Aim bullets straight at your dome

Mami told me son, hold your own