This is a song about "Aim"

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

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

Penncounting pennys over tha years

Takin' aim at the white rhino like poachers

They swore that i was all fuckin' nuts like a gay porn

Email too, facebook, aim, everything gone

My aim is to win when placed with a pen

I’m effervescent, just ask them

Mane, my aim is rain on you shame,

We was lookin for change 'til barack came

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

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