This is a song about "Aim"

I aim like i hold the gold compass, a gold atlas.

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

Gettin' highwhite boys done wrecked their shittryin to check my ride

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

Influencing your decisions i can't even get a minute

All these haters get aim- itis evrey time i spit

Sky is no limit and beyond am gonna aim/

Word play, olubowale is my first name

I'm leaving you for the last time, baby

I got great aim though, don't insult me

Email too, facebook, aim, everything gone

Said "how?" "don't trip," but, yo, the trick is wrong

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

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Masturbation seems to be primary aim of this nation,