This is a song about "Aim"

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

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

I got great aim though, don't insult me

You can never tell me that i'm not hungry

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

And hold on, we go longyou feel that, we get that

Its my trigger finger just slit when i aim

I am marvin with mind, but i listen to wayne

And aim all of my drive by's at holocaust survivors.

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

I suggest you do it, and aim for the stars

Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve

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

Is impossible to aim or reach with your banal screech