This is a song about "Aim"

Please sugar don't come alone

Aim bullets straight at your dome

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

Masturbation seems to be primary aim of this nation,

Is impossible to aim or reach with your banal screech

Ay yo your girl around me? that's like sand to a beach

I clap shit-aim at your heart

Like a small garage in your backyard

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

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

I aim like i hold the gold compass, a gold atlas.

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

Probably die getting some head

Or aim for the head instead,