This is a song about "Aim"

I suggest you do it, and aim for the stars

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

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

This nigga jasper trying to get grown

Aim bullets straight at your dome

Together all the timethought it was true love

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

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Too drunk to aim, so i might accidentally

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

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

Straight shots don’t toast champagne

Mane, my aim is rain on you shame,

I clap shit-aim at your heart

They don't hear the bark