This is a song about "Aim"

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

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

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

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Its my trigger finger just slit when i aim

Here i go again, falling in love again

Or aim for the head instead,

Lemonhead end up dead

K o d, m i a, twenty racks, let it fly

If you do then ima have to aim and fry

Is impossible to aim or reach with your banal screech

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