This is a song about "Aim"

Tried to warn the little nigga either stop or die

If you do then ima have to aim and fry

Takin' aim at the white rhino like poachers

Where they cherish gangsters and not teachers

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

I guess i got to be a fucking hand-me-down rapper

Or aim for the head instead,

Nobody ain't own us yet

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

I got great aim though, don't insult me

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

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

Better aim than a shooter,

I thought i recognized her

My mom is all i have so it's never meet the parents

I aim to cause strain until your cranium busts,