This is a song about "Aim"

And i make music for the fuck of it, no fame

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

Better aim than a shooter,

But that's what he liked her

Man in the mirror, i can’t get my shot again

Its my trigger finger just slit when i aim

Ill minded imma take aim,

Straight shots don’t toast champagne

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

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

If you do then ima have to aim and fry

Balling in herrrrrrre let-let-let-let it fly

Hand my ass a gun and i prolly couldn't even aim right

The binocularsha ha ha ha, yeah nigga time to ride

The king upon the throne

Aim bullets straight at your dome