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

Ill minded imma take aim,

Heavy in the game

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

You ain't got one or the other well brother good night

If you went to prison youde aim to drop the soap faster

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

I said boss and i meant that; advance, you spent that

All these haters get aim- itis evrey time i spit

And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shit

Housing projects, middle class gangsters, aim and spark it,

Yeah, uh, where's the love for the sixteen writers

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

Better aim than a shooter,

Ya'll wife and white knight her