This is a song about "Aim"

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

Is impossible to aim or reach with your banal screech

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

I've mastered this ask of me, my raff ain't practice

Mane, my aim is rain on you shame,

Balling, but it’s not a game

Its my trigger finger just slit when i aim

How i'm brought up, then you probably feel the same

Fresh out the plane i couldn't even complain

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

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

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

I'm so intact so i stay sharp

I clap shit-aim at your heart

Better aim than a shooter,

The only time i flirt with her