This is a song about "Aim"

Straight shots don’t toast champagne

Ill minded imma take aim,

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

Magic city, a stack for the fattest asses

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

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

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

Aimin' at them skin headed bitches let it rain

Takin' aim at the white rhino like poachers

Got your baby mama sending nude pictures

Is impossible to aim or reach with your banal screech

Ay yo your girl around me? that's like sand to a beach

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

Never use the word ours i'm living in the minute