This is a song about "Aim"

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

Too drunk to aim, so i might accidentally

Takin' aim at the white rhino like poachers

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

It ain't hard to make money

I got great aim though, don't insult me

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

I guess i got to be a fucking hand-me-down rapper

All these haters get aim- itis evrey time i spit

Love lockdown like i am some sort of faggot

We did it again last king, ymcmbi don't pay for bitches

We're the same, i aim to separate you from this

If you ain’t got ‘em, then bob your head

Or aim for the head instead,