This is a song about "Aim"

Or aim for the head instead,

Lemonhead end up dead

My aim is to win when placed with a pen

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

Housing projects, middle class gangsters, aim and spark it,

She's tryna fall back, cuz she say i'm all that

I'm a geophyte, move under the ground til i can see the light

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

Email too, facebook, aim, everything gone

Wolves is out past dawn on your front lawn

Is impossible to aim or reach with your banal screech

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

Its my trigger finger just slit when i aim

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

Masturbation seems to be primary aim of this nation,

What's you motivation, huh, what's your motivation