This is a song about "Aim"

Mane, my aim is rain on you shame,

Then lost her faith again

I aim to cause strain until your cranium busts,

My mom is all i have so it's never meet the parents

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

Have they all forgot who made this golf shit hot again

I suggest you do it, and aim for the stars

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

What's you motivation, huh, what's your motivation

Masturbation seems to be primary aim of this nation,

Aim bullets straight at your dome

So i guess you think you grown

I got 800 invisible men

My aim is to win when placed with a pen

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

I got great aim though, don't insult me