This is a song about "Aim"

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

Takin' aim at the white rhino like poachers

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

I'm always dressed up but i never slack shit

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

I gotta' aim high, that's my ability,

Is impossible to aim or reach with your banal screech

Ay yo your girl around me? that's like sand to a beach

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

Together all the timethought it was true love

Ill minded imma take aim,

Well rick james, maury jane

It ain't hard to make money

I got great aim though, don't insult me

Too drunk to aim, so i might accidentally

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