This is a song about "Aim"

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

Masturbation seems to be primary aim of this nation,

Email too, facebook, aim, everything gone

I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb

Have they all forgot who made this golf shit hot again

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

Make music for the masses, but still aim for the bases,

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

All the bitches know my name

Ill minded imma take aim,

Thoughts, cause you're an outsider tryna get in brain

Its my trigger finger just slit when i aim

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

Or that you could ever see me and you in another light

Rollin with my d-o-gs i'm chiefin on some long beach

Is impossible to aim or reach with your banal screech