This is a song about "Aim"

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

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

Thoughts, cause you're an outsider tryna get in brain

Its my trigger finger just slit when i aim

If you went to prison youde aim to drop the soap faster

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

I love that hour glass shape you got up on that frame

Sky is no limit and beyond am gonna aim/

Masturbation seems to be primary aim of this nation,

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

I suggest you do it, and aim for the stars