This is a song about "Aim"

Triple white ferrari yeah thats the easter bunny

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

Your man wale in his own damn lane

Mane, my aim is rain on you shame,

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

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

My mom is all i have so it's never meet the parents

I aim to cause strain until your cranium busts,

Now momma told me be careful who you love

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

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

Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses

Hoes pop from the corda to hope park

I clap shit-aim at your heart