This is a song about "Aim"

See, women are the queens, and bitches just bitches

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

I give my heart to one broad, the others get the pipe

Hand my ass a gun and i prolly couldn't even aim right

Who feel 9 to 5, seeing me again

Mane, my aim is rain on you shame,

Cause i'll +bolt+ on usain, i'm too ahead of the game

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

Now i'm in the zone

Aim bullets straight at your dome

I got great aim though, don't insult me

Ha - so gifted, do it truly

Brings alotta joy buggati boy thats lane to lane

Its my trigger finger just slit when i aim