This is a song about "Aim"

I know my calling's worth like phone card

I clap shit-aim at your heart

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

Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses

Sky is no limit and beyond am gonna aim/

Who feel 9 to 5, seeing me again

Like whenever i look up, i'm expecting the light

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

Mane, my aim is rain on you shame,

Things'll never be the same

Aim bullets straight at your dome

Lets get fucked up to the bone

Takin' aim at the white rhino like poachers

Where they cherish gangsters and not teachers