This is a song about "Aim"

I aim to cause strain until your cranium busts,

My mom is all i have so it's never meet the parents

Too drunk to aim, so i might accidentally

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

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

Is impossible to aim or reach with your banal screech

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

It's a pimp in my ride, no need to pimp the ride

Yeah, uh, where's the love for the sixteen writers

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

And reflect on the rap game, i came

Mane, my aim is rain on you shame,

And i just want to hold her

Better aim than a shooter,

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

I suggest you do it, and aim for the stars