This is a song about "Aim"

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

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

I'm so intact so i stay sharp

I clap shit-aim at your heart

Or that you could ever see me and you in another light

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

I suggest you do it, and aim for the stars

My driver's out of this world, you playing bumper cars

I can pass out many scantrons, fail many students

I aim to cause strain until your cranium busts,

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

And i make music for the fuck of it, no fame

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

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

Sky is no limit and beyond am gonna aim/

And reflect on the rap game, i came