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

Aiming for the top so here i aim and shoot

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

I got class and can't take this bitch to math, what

We hooked up... in the back of my homeboys truck.

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

First one to spot you and i ain't telling nobody

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

The pope inside nine capsules, fuck it let's split a roll

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

They not pulling in no green like smoking whent that rello broke

Candy niggaz re-see's we see ur peanut butter

Ain't tryin to fight no war against my brother

But don't deny it's the divinest love of rap for which we strive for, not our marital strife, whore

Cuz i fuck any rap makin the rap game my main whore, as my lyrical brain brings more,

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

Are they gon' pay us and will they make it rain? yup