This is a song about "Aim"

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

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

Music, i have to listen to music all day long

Email too, facebook, aim, everything gone

When i'm working for certain, i'm hurting the game

Its my trigger finger just slit when i aim

Sky is no limit and beyond am gonna aim/

Thoughts, cause you're an outsider tryna get in brain

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

Cause all i want is change and my niggas they wanted the same

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

Cause either you gonna whine or you climb; i chose the latter

We're the same, i aim to separate you from this

And when it come to tight games i'm o.t. with the bitches

Rollin with my d-o-gs i'm chiefin on some long beach

Is impossible to aim or reach with your banal screech