This is a song about "Aim"

But that's a shitty accent you should've figured that

All these haters get aim- itis evrey time i spit

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

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

The king upon the throne

Aim bullets straight at your dome

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

Is impossible to aim or reach with your banal screech

Too drunk to aim, so i might accidentally

Barbed wire got a barricade on your destiny

If you do then ima have to aim and fry

We havin’ a celebration, love to stay high

I suggest you do it, and aim for the stars

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks