This is a song about "Aim ware"

Mane, my aim is rain on you shame,

Can't wear grs, i'm pitching cocaine

Give us this day, our daily bread

Or aim for the head instead,

Too drunk to aim, so i might accidentally

When i arrive the whole town gets sunny

Took the van, went snatch her

Have a ware and look above ur

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

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

On my pg shit, i ain't finna keep them

My aim is to win when placed with a pen

Aim bullets straight at your dome

Mami told me son, hold your own

I ain't got no muthafuckin' daddy, he ain't teach me shit

All these haters get aim- itis evrey time i spit