This is a song about "Aim"

Hand my ass a gun and i prolly couldn't even aim right

Walter payton mercedez, sweetness in every ride

I suggest you do it, and aim for the stars

Fat rhymes every time, bitch, roseanne bars

My aim is to win when placed with a pen

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

Too drunk to aim, so i might accidentally

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

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

I clap shit-aim at your heart

Let me breathe hard like it was hard

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

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