This is a song about "We re not aiming for the truck"

Im on point aiming towards the skies like a prism

She never ready to go so she forever come

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

My bitch on the come-up while your bitch is going broke

Saeed alisha i miss you, god bless my brother’s soul

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

She jumps out the front seat of her boyfriend's truck

And i'm strollin' down south like good luck chuck

All i wanna know girl what yo name is, i see them other niggas they be on that lame shit

Mathematic deconstruction systematic re-destruction yep, we back at it

Ain't heard dc since sardines came

Not aiming for big fame

The line of my gasoline, running clean up to the truck

-ttention. you don't gotta listen just give a fuck

It use to be love, happiness and companionshipremember when i treated you good

Not just gassing up on e stuck at a truck stop bitch,i don't do this for profit