This is a song about "Aim"

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

I suggest you do it, and aim for the stars

So she went across the street, gave him a kiss

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

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

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Jordan 4s won't find me in no loafers

Takin' aim at the white rhino like poachers

Brought this shit to fruition, took my niggas to vegas

Make music for the masses, but still aim for the bases,

Gray coupe, whip in momma's name

Ill minded imma take aim,

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Too drunk to aim, so i might accidentally

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

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