This is a song about "Aim"

I once contemplated suicide, and woulda tried

Hand my ass a gun and i prolly couldn't even aim right

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

I suggest you do it, and aim for the stars

Masturbation seems to be primary aim of this nation,

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

You can pick apart my raps, i ain’t told ya na’ lie

If you do then ima have to aim and fry

Aim bullets straight at your dome

Know i just call it head phone

I tell em "honey, i no cher" i'm so sunny

Too drunk to aim, so i might accidentally

I got great aim though, don't insult me

You see now that nigga lonely