This is a song about "Aim"

Or aim for the head instead,

You got pets? me too: mine are dead

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

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

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

You can never tell me that i'm not hungry

Too drunk to aim, so i might accidentally

Well, brenda's barely got a brain

Mane, my aim is rain on you shame,

Ill minded imma take aim,

And i put that on my name

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby

I got great aim though, don't insult me