This is a song about "Aiming"

And to tell you the truth i gotta ride

And im here aiming for the light

Someone gotta be telling someone somebody is tripping

I start the aiming he starts begging for another chance at living

The lamest lines generate from anus i aiming for the greatest

Bad bitch mac lip she a actress have her in the coup suckin on the gear shift

Nigga it's unlimited, i'm aiming while you're screaming bitch

I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage

Better yet they work my every nerve

Aiming at this hoes neck, no hands no triggers

So here i am at the store for some chips

Aiming my missiles at all suspicious persons

With the blaze a your bluntsand you can picture thoughts slowly

That's what he's aiming for, population control you see.

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

Aiming for the stars with bars hitting hard as catapults making castles shake//