This is a song about "Aim"

My aim is to win when placed with a pen

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them

Is impossible to aim or reach with your banal screech

Yeah i know a city that's surrounded by a beautiful beach

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

Housing projects, middle class gangsters, aim and spark it,

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

I aim to cause strain until your cranium busts,

Give us this day, our daily bread

Or aim for the head instead,

Yeah, uh, where's the love for the sixteen writers

And aim all of my drive by's at holocaust survivors.

Takin' aim at the white rhino like poachers

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth

Better aim than a shooter,

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her