This is a song about "Aim"

My aim is to win when placed with a pen

And you down, hold it down for my nigga them

Aim bullets straight at your dome

So don't follow me home

Boy stick to your day job, said you was hot? well, they lied

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

I swear i'll never call you bitch again

Mane, my aim is rain on you shame,

Ya'll wife and white knight her

Better aim than a shooter,

Ill minded imma take aim,

Imma make it rain

I suggest you do it, and aim for the stars

Can't see his son shine like the four tops