This is a song about "Aim"

Sky is no limit and beyond am gonna aim/

Don’t want nothing from a nigga; he all kinds of lame

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

And aim all of my drive by's at holocaust survivors.

If you do then ima have to aim and fry

We havin’ a celebration, love to stay high

Too drunk to aim, so i might accidentally

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

If you ain’t got ‘em, then bob your head

Or aim for the head instead,

Then lost her faith again

Ill minded imma take aim,