This is a song about "Aim"

All y'all niggas taking shots, just adjust your aim,

Oh you a muslim now, no more dope game

I got great aim though, don't insult me

They say nothings ever free

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

Alias, mussolinimentally unstable, "g" status

Is impossible to aim or reach with your banal screech

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

Masturbation seems to be primary aim of this nation,

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

I clap shit-aim at your heart

See, and now life seem hard

And i'm the only fucking rapper without a chain

Its my trigger finger just slit when i aim

I suggest you do it, and aim for the stars

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops