This is a song about "Aim"

And if the sky fall tonight, we all be alright

Hand my ass a gun and i prolly couldn't even aim right

I got great aim though, don't insult me

And my kick game beyond crazy

We're the same, i aim to separate you from this

If ya’ll about to hate then alleviate the diss

Mane, my aim is rain on you shame,

I ain't interested in fame

Its my trigger finger just slit when i aim

To this day, the game, will never be the same

Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve

I suggest you do it, and aim for the stars