This is a song about "Aim"

And if she have it, she gon' change her blackberry status

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

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

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

I got that goodman game

Mane, my aim is rain on you shame,

I gotta' aim high, that's my ability,

No smilescause ain't a thing funny

And mansions on the fault line of a shaky market

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

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

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

And i'll be rich if i get another diss

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

Rollin with my d-o-gs i'm chiefin on some long beach

Is impossible to aim or reach with your banal screech