This is a song about "Aim"

Cut the commercial, he be texting all the side bitches

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

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

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

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

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

Ay yo your girl around me? that's like sand to a beach

Is impossible to aim or reach with your banal screech

Hundred thousand dollars and that’s on champagne

Mane, my aim is rain on you shame,

Just in case a nigga never see that thrill again

Sky is no limit and beyond am gonna aim/

Pissin' on the demons of the earth

Takin' aim at the white rhino like poachers

Its my trigger finger just slit when i aim

The bitch badder than any bitch that you name