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

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

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

Im on point aiming towards the skies like a prism

I’ll catch my breath a little, money alright where i’m from

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

You wanna judge me for my lyrics, but you´re not me,

Just call yourself stuck when i pull up in the truck

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

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

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

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

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

Do you not re-read your shit before you take it to the mat son.

Gettin good graces, take his money, aa-another one

Am aiming for the light

Don't worry just done get inside