This is a song about "Aim"

All y'all niggas taking shots, just adjust your aim,

Hit me up in a couple days, we can try again

Floor seats at that wizards game

Ill minded imma take aim,

Is impossible to aim or reach with your banal screech

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

Wake up, turn on your tv and see my ass again

My aim is to win when placed with a pen

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

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

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

Yeah, uh, where's the love for the sixteen writers

All these haters get aim- itis evrey time i spit

I ain't got no muthafuckin' daddy, he ain't teach me shit

Aim bullets straight at your dome

The king upon the throne