This is a song about "Aim"

Girl lemme get them ooh aahs then i gotta catch my plane

Its my trigger finger just slit when i aim

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Too drunk to aim, so i might accidentally

Its way different ma you see em passin' out bars

I suggest you do it, and aim for the stars

Aim bullets straight at your dome

On my way back home

If you do then ima have to aim and fry

They gon tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

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

Quick to socializing with the baddest bitches

Is impossible to aim or reach with your banal screech

Yeah i know a city that's surrounded by a beautiful beach

All these haters get aim- itis evrey time i spit

Yea i’m on that ball shit, boy you with that soft shit