This is a song about "Aim"

Your body's right as rain

Ill minded imma take aim,

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

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

I aim like i hold the gold compass, a gold atlas.

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

When i ask him for shit, i get no answer, so god is the cancer

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

You know me, cool breeze, a nigga high

If you do then ima have to aim and fry

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

Cut the commercial, he be texting all the side bitches

I suggest you do it, and aim for the stars

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops