This is a song about "Aim"

Yeah i know a city that's surrounded by a beautiful beach

Is impossible to aim or reach with your banal screech

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

Masturbation seems to be primary aim of this nation,

If you do then ima have to aim and fry

See you gotta get high or die, cause even thugs cry

Then i wait for them days to turn good again

Sky is no limit and beyond am gonna aim/

Takin' aim at the white rhino like poachers

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

Mane, my aim is rain on you shame,

Playing field ain't levelling the lane

Od'd on that mitchell-ness you thought it was '03 again

Its my trigger finger just slit when i aim

I suggest you do it, and aim for the stars

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box