This is a song about "Aim"

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

Too drunk to aim, so i might accidentally

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again

Its my trigger finger just slit when i aim

Aim bullets straight at your dome

I'll whip a 750 if it's black on chrome

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

My aim is to win when placed with a pen

All these haters get aim- itis evrey time i spit

A good head on her shoulders, i need to feel that

With hugs and kisses, valentine cards and birthday wishes

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

I clap shit-aim at your heart

We raiders of the lost ark

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

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