This is a song about "Aim"

See, and now life seem hard

I clap shit-aim at your heart

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

Is impossible to aim or reach with your banal screech

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

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

If you went to prison youde aim to drop the soap faster

And i know you lookin at me like you don't speak english

We're the same, i aim to separate you from this

Pictures of me in my final stage you know mama cried

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

Its my trigger finger just slit when i aim

Who feel 9 to 5, seeing me again