This is a song about "Aim"

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money

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

Takin' notes on how to win, fuckin' students

I aim to cause strain until your cranium busts,

Gray coupe, whip in momma's name

Ill minded imma take aim,

We're the same, i aim to separate you from this

And when it come to tight games i'm o.t. with the bitches

Its my trigger finger just slit when i aim

I swear i'll never call you bitch again

Look around: we the largest in the game

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

I suggest you do it, and aim for the stars

Heard the sound of several gun shots

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

And aim all of my drive by's at holocaust survivors.