This is a song about "Aim"

Just plain pat visions with some sick aim

Mane, my aim is rain on you shame,

If you do then ima have to aim and fry

If you don't give a fuck, put your hands up high

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

I wanted the money and never the fame

Conversations on the phone til the break of dawn

Email too, facebook, aim, everything gone

Ill minded imma take aim,

Balling, but it’s not a game

Aim bullets straight at your dome

Yup, hit e.t up on the cell phone

Cause im on sum g shityoung money

I gotta' aim high, that's my ability,