This is a song about "Aim"

I wear green hats because i'm fortunately lucky

Too drunk to aim, so i might accidentally

All these haters get aim- itis evrey time i spit

I'm the first one to do that i bet you never knew that

They'd rather see us locked in chains, please explain

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

I suggest you do it, and aim for the stars

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

Is impossible to aim or reach with your banal screech

Ay yo your girl around me? that's like sand to a beach

Its my trigger finger just slit when i aim

And reflect on the rap game, i came

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

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

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

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love