This is a song about "Aim"

Two baby mamas, 3 kids, two rovers

Takin' aim at the white rhino like poachers

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

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

Mane, my aim is rain on you shame,

I like my hoodies fucked with lame

My aim is to win when placed with a pen

Given her the tlc i'll never creep then

Better aim than a shooter,

That i will leave earth with her

Yup, hit e.t up on the cell phone

Aim bullets straight at your dome

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

Masturbation seems to be primary aim of this nation,

Stackin my chicken, braggin to the bitches

We're the same, i aim to separate you from this