This is a song about "Aim"

Or aim for the head instead,

Like sally mae on college debt

I suggest you do it, and aim for the stars

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

Then i wait for them days to turn good again

My aim is to win when placed with a pen

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

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

Rollin with my d-o-gs i'm chiefin on some long beach

Is impossible to aim or reach with your banal screech

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi when i'm thru with that shit

All these haters get aim- itis evrey time i spit

Better aim than a shooter,

Just blink twice and i’m there where you are