This is a song about "Aim"

Mane, my aim is rain on you shame,

Things'll never be the same

All these haters get aim- itis evrey time i spit

And my vision isn't set on the money i get

Aim bullets straight at your dome

This nigga jasper trying to get grown

Better aim than a shooter,

Going broke, no sir

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

And to my soldiers rocking green in the country

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

Stussy’s g-shock with my custom pair of 3d glasses

I suggest you do it, and aim for the stars

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

Its my trigger finger just slit when i aim

Givin' 'em a wet, welcome to the house of pain