This is a song about "Cant aim"

I tell em "honey, i no cher" i'm so sunny

Too drunk to aim, so i might accidentally

Tryna get a nigga with a all-star name

Its my trigger finger just slit when i aim

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

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

With a ski maski'm the first one to warn them

My aim is to win when placed with a pen

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

I once contemplated suicide, and woulda tried

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

Alias, mussolinimentally unstable, "g" status

He said he needed a come up, because selling nicks' was lame

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

Aim bullets straight at your dome

Little latasha sho' grown