This is a song about "Aim"

Walter payton mercedez, sweetness in every ride

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

I clap shit-aim at your heart

See, and now life seem hard

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

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

I suggest you do it, and aim for the stars

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

Girl lemme get them ooh aahs then i gotta catch my plane

All y'all niggas taking shots, just adjust your aim,

Too drunk to aim, so i might accidentally

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Aim bullets straight at your dome

They blowing up my phone