This is a song about "Aim"

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

Better aim than a shooter,

I wanted the money and never the fame

Its my trigger finger just slit when i aim

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

Yeah, uh, where's the love for the sixteen writers

Had a crush on way back, i wasn’t vip then

My aim is to win when placed with a pen

Fuck what them niggas saying i aspire for greatness

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

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

And if the sky fall tonight, we all be alright

Now all i am is alone

Aim bullets straight at your dome

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

Sang sittin there kickin it with malcolm, 'til the day came