This is a song about "Aim"

Ill minded imma take aim,

Parking lot of the blue flame

If you do then ima have to aim and fry

Can't land little roller, i be keeping the fly

I'm trying to grow for you, if you can take love

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

I clap shit-aim at your heart

And by the way i'mma start

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

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

We got money to go get baby

I got great aim though, don't insult me

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

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

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

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