This is a song about "The weak aiming to be the strongest"

But no, i got to get the dough to flow like weak minds,

Penthouse on collins, money long as ocean drive

The funeral for hip-hop, i'm aiming down the sniper scope,

I don't rap flipping coke, i just try to give em hope

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

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

Hoes pop from the corda to hope park

Your not gangster your just weak to the heart

Students, this strongest computer is talking too much so let me turn off the electricity!!!

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

If you ain’t got ‘em, then bob your head

How do you have the nerve to call me weak, yet

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

Someone gotta be telling someone somebody is tripping

In i go, aiming for the only hole... the only goal,

I ain't superstitious i make all these broads split my pole