This is a song about "Aim"

Who feel 9 to 5, seeing me again

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

As i take you through a ghetto nigga's lullaby

If you do then ima have to aim and fry

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

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

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

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

It's a pimp in my ride, no need to pimp the ride

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

Takin' aim at the white rhino like poachers

Until the day i put 100k inside her purse

Housing projects, middle class gangsters, aim and spark it,

So tell me i ain't shit, go and embellish it a bit

I clap shit-aim at your heart

I'm so intact so i stay sharp