This is a song about "Aim"

Whoa yo, yo.. no homo, i'm not gay, faggot

All these haters get aim- itis evrey time i spit

Hoes pop from the corda to hope park

I clap shit-aim at your heart

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

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

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

My effort is contagious, so check this boa shit

Fuck it i got a few more now that my hair long

Email too, facebook, aim, everything gone

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

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

We're the same, i aim to separate you from this

He's in it for the sportrunnin circles round his

Takin' aim at the white rhino like poachers

Where my, soldiers, my true thug rollers