This is a song about "Aim"

Rollin with my d-o-gs i'm chiefin on some long beach

Is impossible to aim or reach with your banal screech

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

People speak as if they need me, they deceitful inside

I say i’m wrong, you say come again

My aim is to win when placed with a pen

I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box

I suggest you do it, and aim for the stars

Or aim for the head instead,

Cop me air ones, hon, lime and red

Too drunk to aim, so i might accidentally

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Make music for the masses, but still aim for the bases,

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

That i will leave earth with her

Better aim than a shooter,