This is a song about "Aim"

Blew twenty bands in that king of diamonds

I aim to cause strain until your cranium busts,

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

Welcome to hell, niggasi rock bad bitches

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

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

Listen, i said we gonna have a good time tonight

Hand my ass a gun and i prolly couldn't even aim right

I clap shit-aim at your heart

Hope all over again, we can start

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love

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

Grown men in this game

Ill minded imma take aim,

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

But that's a shitty accent you should've figured that