This is a song about "Aim"

Or aim for the head instead,

Life has put her to the test

Masturbation seems to be primary aim of this nation,

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

I gotta' aim high, that's my ability,

You a lady boss, now you fly free

Make music for the masses, but still aim for the bases,

Together all the timethought it was true love

I aim to cause strain until your cranium busts,

Die young, corpse identified by your parents

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

I got great aim though, don't insult me

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

I’m a king to these niggas, love a queen, fuck the bitches

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

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