This is a song about "Aim"

I clap shit-aim at your heart

Yeah, see, breaking up is hard

That's the way, you can move it baby

I got great aim though, don't insult me

Just to go to liv on a sunday

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

Thoughts, cause you're an outsider tryna get in brain

Its my trigger finger just slit when i aim

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

You hear that shawty, shh no more talking alright

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

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

Or aim for the head instead,

Like a church in debt

Ill minded imma take aim,

I like my hoodies fucked with lame