This is a song about "Aim"

Gray coupe, whip in momma's name

Ill minded imma take aim,

I suggest you do it, and aim for the stars

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

Penncounting pennys over tha years

Takin' aim at the white rhino like poachers

Too drunk to aim, so i might accidentally

They giving me pounds and thats of course getting money

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

So you can see why they mad, look at they status

Poke out from behind her

Better aim than a shooter,

I am marvin with mind, but i listen to wayne

Its my trigger finger just slit when i aim

If you went to prison youde aim to drop the soap faster

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her