This is a song about "Aim"

Takin' aim at the white rhino like poachers

Yessir, lets have a toast for the girls

I'm babe ruth in this game, beige coupe in the lane

Sky is no limit and beyond am gonna aim/

All these haters get aim- itis evrey time i spit

And, uh, i don’t know what keeps me alive, shit

Cutting me this worthless check

Or aim for the head instead,

My aim is to win when placed with a pen

Uh, yeah, hot damn, here we go again

Email too, facebook, aim, everything gone

Wolves is out past dawn on your front lawn

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

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

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