This is a song about "You cant aim"

Now you got me hopped up on that

You wake up and you cant believe it

If you went to prison youde aim to drop the soap faster

And served it to the public on a silver platter

We havin’ a celebration, love to stay high

If you do then ima have to aim and fry

Of willing to aim, a gun, to your forehead, its not fun, to wish you were dead.

I bet this brother be a better oneif i upset you don't stress never forget

This one's for the lovers

You cant deliver one verse,

Take your time when you’re with me baby

Nothing can be cant you see

I swear i'll never call you bitch again

And you cant handle our fame,

Ships that sail to distant places

Parkside productions you cant diss this