This is a song about "Aim"

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

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

I aim to cause strain until your cranium busts,

Die young, corpse identified by your parents

I suggest you do it, and aim for the stars

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

Can't wear grs, i'm pitching cocaine

Ill minded imma take aim,

Tryna get a nigga with a all-star name

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

Ha - so gifted, do it truly

I got great aim though, don't insult me

Aim bullets straight at your dome

Please sugar don't come alone