This is a song about "Aim"

I suggest you do it, and aim for the stars

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

Why don't you take a sip up on this champagne

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

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

Its my trigger finger just slit when i aim

Better aim than a shooter,

"contemplate", i wrote about her

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

I guess i got to be a fucking hand-me-down rapper

Or aim for the head instead,

Nobody ain't own us yet

This is like riding through the city

I got great aim though, don't insult me