This is a song about "Aim"

And aim all of my drive by's at holocaust survivors.

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

Aim bullets straight at your dome

Before i leave home

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

I got great aim though, don't insult me

Email too, facebook, aim, everything gone

But i overshine ain't no niggas over sean

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

Too drunk to aim, so i might accidentally

Sky is no limit and beyond am gonna aim/

Brings alotta joy buggati boy thats lane to lane

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

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