This is a song about "Aim"

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

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

I tell em "honey, i no cher" i'm so sunny

Too drunk to aim, so i might accidentally

Lifes not all fair, work till we fall dead

Or aim for the head instead,

Yeah i know a city that's surrounded by a beautiful beach

Is impossible to aim or reach with your banal screech

Sky is no limit and beyond am gonna aim/

I wanted the money and never the fame

Got it lock like styles sheek kiss and them

My aim is to win when placed with a pen

If you do then ima have to aim and fry

Cuz they all broken, why do ghetto birds die