This is a song about "Aim"

Too drunk to aim, so i might accidentally

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

Well rick james, maury jane

Ill minded imma take aim,

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

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again

I clap shit-aim at your heart

For the most part those blocks get bogart

And aim all of my drive by's at holocaust survivors.

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

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

Is impossible to aim or reach with your banal screech

My voice make her wet

Or aim for the head instead,