This is a song about "Aim"

Your dad's purple heart now hangs over his ashes

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

My aim is to win when placed with a pen

The race war, when it's us against all of them

I clap shit-aim at your heart

They don't hear my bark

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

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

Is impossible to aim or reach with your banal screech

Rollin with my d-o-gs i'm chiefin on some long beach

Email too, facebook, aim, everything gone

Shit on anybody with opinions, you dead wrong

I stay with grandma, she always bitching about her carpet

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