This is a song about "Aim"

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

I suggest you do it, and aim for the stars

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

Third ward general, young cash money

Takin' aim at the white rhino like poachers

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

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

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

But that was way before i made the dough and met the game

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

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

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth