This is a song about "Aim"

If you do then ima have to aim and fry

K o d, m i a, twenty racks, let it fly

A lil' closer let me see you in the spot light

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

I wanted the money and never the fame

Its my trigger finger just slit when i aim

My aim is to win when placed with a pen

To speak from the soul and just leave it with them

And then i'll lay you down and record soft porn

Email too, facebook, aim, everything gone

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

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

I aim to cause strain until your cranium busts,

I can pass out many scantrons, fail many students