This is a song about "I got good aim"

I never skipped a class, got good grades, and i played it cool,

By those that were slow as molasses, take this shit to school

And i don't cook much but i'm tough with that phone book

I came ova yo house, yo momma got racks what's good?

I'd be good though cause i always got some #fly #sneakers on

It's cole, won't lie, won't stop 'til the race is won

Give it to these broads,imake em soar back and all that

All these haters get aim- itis evrey time i spit

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

When i arrive the whole town gets sunny

I mad plus i got a mad shortgun, aim at two niggas and see them both run.

While you fucking with mei'm a self-made millionaire!thug livin', out of prison

Too drunk to aim, so i might accidentally

Nah, i wouldn’t wish fame on my enemy

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

Maine, bay, the burf baby i'mma book ya' flight