This is a song about "Aim"

My aim is to win when placed with a pen

I wish i’ll never see you again

Housing projects, middle class gangsters, aim and spark it,

Pete wilson trying to see us all broke, i'm on some bullshit

But now invisible cells around your brain

All y'all niggas taking shots, just adjust your aim,

Yup, hit e.t up on the cell phone

Aim bullets straight at your dome

Too drunk to aim, so i might accidentally

Nah, i wouldn’t wish fame on my enemy

You just need to take me, i know you can fly

If you do then ima have to aim and fry

Like a byu cougar

Better aim than a shooter,

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

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