This is a song about "Aim"

As i take you through a ghetto nigga's lullaby

If you do then ima have to aim and fry

I'm babe ruth in this game, beige coupe in the lane

Sky is no limit and beyond am gonna aim/

Takin' aim at the white rhino like poachers

Whole time, a little more girls

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

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

I felt a tear roll down my facethat was daddy's bullet

Housing projects, middle class gangsters, aim and spark it,

Y’all millhouse, blew y’all head

Or aim for the head instead,

Let me breathe hard like it was hard

I clap shit-aim at your heart

Its my trigger finger just slit when i aim

Bitches choosing their excuses: my new car’s to blame