This is a song about "Aim"

Together all the timethought it was true love

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

Like a small garage in your backyard

I clap shit-aim at your heart

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

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit

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

Got the fridgedest temperature on my wrist again

Ain't heard dc since sardines came

Ill minded imma take aim,

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

So you can see why they mad, look at they status

Email too, facebook, aim, everything gone

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb