This is a song about "Aim"

Mane, my aim is rain on you shame,

Through all that rain, i kept my flame

I clap shit-aim at your heart

Blasting out some backyard

Better aim than a shooter,

And there's little to be glad for

Its my trigger finger just slit when i aim

When i'm working for certain, i'm hurting the game

Together all the timethought it was true love

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

Ill minded imma take aim,

I wish i’ll never see you again

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

Now momma told me be careful who you love

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

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her