This is a song about "Aim"

Its my trigger finger just slit when i aim

Hoping that hip-hop can surface and go-go again

Masturbation seems to be primary aim of this nation,

Ain't too fond of relationships though my hobby is relation

Guess i'll meet her right back at start

I clap shit-aim at your heart

If you do then ima have to aim and fry

Letter to the ghetto, hold your head high

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

They giving pounds and that before get the money

I suggest you do it, and aim for the stars

Yeah, tell me about the love of ours

Mane, my aim is rain on you shame,

Your man wale in his own damn lane

Then i wait for them days to turn good again

All y'all niggas taking shots, just adjust your aim,