This is a song about "Aim"

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

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Masturbation seems to be primary aim of this nation,

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

Is impossible to aim or reach with your banal screech

I said i'm hurting her

Better aim than a shooter,

Too drunk to aim, so i might accidentally

I wear green hats because i'm fortunately lucky

They don't hear the bark

I clap shit-aim at your heart

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

And aim all of my drive by's at holocaust survivors.