This is a song about "Aim"

I get approached by animal activists

I aim to cause strain until your cranium busts,

If you do then ima have to aim and fry

I told her all about how we been living a lie

I clap shit-aim at your heart

A working genius, a work of art

Is impossible to aim or reach with your banal screech

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

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

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

Mane, my aim is rain on you shame,

All the bitches know my name

Too drunk to aim, so i might accidentally

They giving pounds and that before get the money

Say bye bye to her

Better aim than a shooter,