This is a song about "Aim"

Is impossible to aim or reach with your banal screech

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

Too drunk to aim, so i might accidentally

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

Ill minded imma take aim,

With my name on em: that’s a damn shame

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

Alias, mussolinimentally unstable, "g" status

The mask is on 'em like a catholic service

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

I clap shit-aim at your heart

Guess i'll meet her right back at start

I'm that extreme, so haters complain

Mane, my aim is rain on you shame,