This is a song about "Aim"

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

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

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

Too drunk to aim, so i might accidentally

Screw a chick, go outside and give the coupe a kiss

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

If you do then ima have to aim and fry

Never meant to make your daughter to cry

And it's well known that rell home

Aim bullets straight at your dome

Better aim than a shooter,

I don’t care where ya are

Masturbation seems to be primary aim of this nation,

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been