This is a song about "Aim"

On my mama nigga, i be gone for months

I aim to cause strain until your cranium busts,

I clap shit-aim at your heart

Blasting out some backyard

Uh, yeah, hot damn, here we go again

Mane, my aim is rain on you shame,

Triple white ferrari yeah thats the easter bunny

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

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

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

And don't you bring your camera phone

Aim bullets straight at your dome

We did it again last king, ymcmbi don't pay for bitches

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