This is a song about "Aim"

Takin' aim at the white rhino like poachers

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Together all the timethought it was true love

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

Ill minded imma take aim,

Love turns into pain

Email too, facebook, aim, everything gone

Wolves is out past dawn on your front lawn

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

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

If you don't give a fuck, put your hands up high

If you do then ima have to aim and fry

I got great aim though, don't insult me

Birkin' baby, go merk 'em baby

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

Is impossible to aim or reach with your banal screech