This is a song about "Kurt kk aim"

Ill minded imma take aim,

My buzz is like cocaine

It ain't my place to say and i hear all that

Housing projects, middle class gangsters, aim and spark it,

I suggest you do it, and aim for the stars

I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box

Takin' aim at the white rhino like poachers

We are being wiped off the face of this earth

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

Email too, facebook, aim, everything gone

But i'm a hustler, in my heart, trapped is the game

Its my trigger finger just slit when i aim

Or aim for the head instead,

My god come before this bread