This is a song about "Aim"

Masturbation seems to be primary aim of this nation,

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

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

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

Mane, my aim is rain on you shame,

I wanted the money and never the fame

Its my trigger finger just slit when i aim

And i make music for the fuck of it, no fame

Or aim for the head instead,

Then push the milk on a slow bend

Though uncalled for, they gon drop them

My aim is to win when placed with a pen

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

With hugs and kisses, valentine cards and birthday wishes

Better aim than a shooter,

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her