This is a song about "Aim"

Takin' aim at the white rhino like poachers

We are being wiped off the face of this earth

Cause sporadically damagin' my reputation

Masturbation seems to be primary aim of this nation,

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

It gives us peace then all in the town is quiet

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

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

Code red, which means you go red

Or aim for the head instead,

So let me tell you about this guy

If you do then ima have to aim and fry

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

They'd rather see us locked in chains, please explain

Fat rhymes every time, bitch, roseanne bars

I suggest you do it, and aim for the stars