This is a song about "Aim"

Tryna get a nigga with a all-star name

Its my trigger finger just slit when i aim

I wish i’ll never see you again

Ill minded imma take aim,

If you do then ima have to aim and fry

We havin’ a celebration, love to stay high

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

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

I love that hour glass shape you got up on that frame

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

Or aim for the head instead,

Give us this day, our daily bread

Mane, my aim is rain on you shame,

Im courtside, wizard game

Sky is no limit and beyond am gonna aim/

Who do you blame? it's a shame because the man's slain