This is a song about "Aim"

I aim to cause strain until your cranium busts,

And trying to start today with arguments

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

Masturbation seems to be primary aim of this nation,

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

Just to go to liv on a sunday

I ain't fucking mexican, but we can have sex again

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

Its my trigger finger just slit when i aim

Either one, dun, long as my digits the same

Email too, facebook, aim, everything gone

For tryin' to communicate through a song

Two baby mamas, 3 kids, two rovers

Takin' aim at the white rhino like poachers