This is a song about "Aim"

Two baby mamas, 3 kids, two rovers

Takin' aim at the white rhino like poachers

Or aim for the head instead,

If your man want to bet

If you went to prison youde aim to drop the soap faster

And i won't be lyin' when i say i’m a sick rapper

Its my trigger finger just slit when i aim

I've be stressin in the spotlight, i want the fame

Better aim than a shooter,

Good love then i can do that for her

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

Email too, facebook, aim, everything gone

Fat rhymes every time, bitch, roseanne bars

I suggest you do it, and aim for the stars

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

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