This is a song about "Aim"

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

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

The bitch badder than any bitch that you name

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

Sky is no limit and beyond am gonna aim/

I've be stressin in the spotlight, i want the fame

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

Niggas run and hidenapoleon will provide

And i ain't frontin for her

Better aim than a shooter,

Blasting out some backyard

I clap shit-aim at your heart

Hands in the airrrrrrr let-let-let-let it fly

If you do then ima have to aim and fry