This is a song about "Aim"

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

Make music for the masses, but still aim for the bases,

Yeah i know a city that's surrounded by a beautiful beach

Is impossible to aim or reach with your banal screech

Ill minded imma take aim,

Can't wear grs, i'm pitching cocaine

All these haters get aim- itis evrey time i spit

I stay with grandma, she always bitching about her carpet

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Too drunk to aim, so i might accidentally

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

Takin' aim at the white rhino like poachers

Email too, facebook, aim, everything gone

The gang-banging and violence, is the sweetest song