This is a song about "Aim"

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

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

I aim to cause strain until your cranium busts,

And trying to start today with arguments

Hoes pop from the corda to hope park

I clap shit-aim at your heart

Aim bullets straight at your dome

This nigga jasper trying to get grown

Or aim for the head instead,

If you ain’t got ‘em, then bob your head

Email too, facebook, aim, everything gone

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb