This is a song about "Aim"

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

Wale, you must know im on my stuntin shit

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

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

We was high school peers, in junior high

If you do then ima have to aim and fry

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

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

I done seen a nigga rise, watch you niggas dick ride

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

Better aim than a shooter,

And there's little to be glad for

Little latasha sho' grown

Aim bullets straight at your dome

Its my trigger finger just slit when i aim

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again