This is a song about "You cant aim"

Parkside productions you cant diss this

Press, they look at me like i'm a menace

You can try but you cant explain.......

They calling me the hottest in the game

You cant reach me, you cant teach me,

Where you belong with your family

You cant deliver one verse,

You little young-ass motherfuckers

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

An eighth of grape ape hella joints to the head got my eyes all varsity red

You cant leech me, you cant speech me,

So while the world goes drake crazy

Ill minded imma take aim,

I wish i’ll never see you again

If you could read between the lines come and get your issue

You cant run you cant hide , they find you and detach you