This is a song about "Aim"

I clap shit-aim at your heart

Yeah, see, breaking up is hard

Say bye bye to her

Better aim than a shooter,

I gotta' aim high, that's my ability,

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money

I suggest you do it, and aim for the stars

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

I aim to cause strain until your cranium busts,

God gave me wisdom and you disbelievers atheists

I got great aim though, don't insult me

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Love turns into pain

Ill minded imma take aim,