This is a song about "Aim"

I aim to cause strain until your cranium busts,

And trying to start today with arguments

Past all these glass jaws and assholes that claim

Sky is no limit and beyond am gonna aim/

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

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

I clap shit-aim at your heart

They don't hear my bark

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

Hoping that hip-hop can surface and go-go again

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

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

Email too, facebook, aim, everything gone

I feel goodgot some time off, girl, it's been so long

I suggest you do it, and aim for the stars

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks