This is a song about "Aim"

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

You done put two of america's most wanted in the same

I clap shit-aim at your heart

Hope all over again, we can start

I aim to cause strain until your cranium busts,

And trying to start today with arguments

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

My aim is to win when placed with a pen

We're the same, i aim to separate you from this

He ain't touching me like martin sheen's penis

Blackberry and t phone

Aim bullets straight at your dome

Email too, facebook, aim, everything gone

And then i'll lay you down and record soft porn