This is a song about "Aim"

It's wolf gang barking keep you up like car alarms and shit

All these haters get aim- itis evrey time i spit

I've mastered this ask of me, my raff ain't practice

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

I suggest you do it, and aim for the stars

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

See, and now life seem hard

I clap shit-aim at your heart

Alias, mussolinimentally unstable, "g" status

Make music for the masses, but still aim for the bases,

If you do then ima have to aim and fry

Hands in the airrrrrrr let-let-let-let it fly

Email too, facebook, aim, everything gone

Got pills all on my phone, these niggas know i’m wrong

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

Yea! we got a lot of star power in the building tonight