This is a song about "Aim"

Yeah they call me gucci, but i'mma buy you louis

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

And everything on tv just a figment of imagination

Masturbation seems to be primary aim of this nation,

Takin' aim at the white rhino like poachers

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

Got it lock like styles sheek kiss and them

My aim is to win when placed with a pen

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

Too drunk to aim, so i might accidentally

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

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

Email too, facebook, aim, everything gone

Said "how?" "don't trip," but, yo, the trick is wrong

I get approached by animal activists

I aim to cause strain until your cranium busts,