Aim Poem by Jennifer Peckins

I keep the bumpin down, ride real low
But that don't mean I'm ridin slow
Never tell when I'm around
Keep so low I'm on the ground
Never can tell if that be me
Am I packing, of course you'll never see
Never say never, like when the heat be in cup
Staring down the barrel, but looking up
We got it, we got this ish now
We got it, we got the street knowhow

Bitches, I'll warn you, watch your block
Cuz when I roll through, I'll be wheeling glock
Lean to the back, past the window
This one shot is all my heart and soul