This is a song about "Aim"

Od'd on that mitchell-ness you thought it was '03 again

Its my trigger finger just slit when i aim

Masturbation seems to be primary aim of this nation,

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Takin' aim at the white rhino like poachers

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

You know i want a piece of that pie

If you do then ima have to aim and fry

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

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

Third ward general, young cash money

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