This is a song about "Aim"

Mane, my aim is rain on you shame,

And my niggas all the same

And strangle you with that fucking leather jacket

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

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

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

The lights may flicker, your face feels red

Or aim for the head instead,

We havin’ a celebration, love to stay high

If you do then ima have to aim and fry

With hugs and kisses, valentine cards and birthday wishes

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

Wanna see you work your body

I got great aim though, don't insult me

Better aim than a shooter,

See, i like the person that you are