This is a song about "Aim"

‘cause every mother’s day needs a mother’s night

Hand my ass a gun and i prolly couldn't even aim right

Your man wale in his own damn lane

Its my trigger finger just slit when i aim

Housing projects, middle class gangsters, aim and spark it,

Wale, you must know im on my stuntin shit

Ill minded imma take aim,

I live my life in tha fast lane

All y'all niggas taking shots, just adjust your aim,

I ain't ?? just feelin how you felt when you came

Mixing potion from african forests

I aim to cause strain until your cranium busts,

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

Too drunk to aim, so i might accidentally

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

I suggest you do it, and aim for the stars