This is a song about "Aim"

And i won't be lyin' when i say i’m a sick rapper

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

Email too, facebook, aim, everything gone

I know the world gets cold and the days get long

I aim to cause strain until your cranium busts,

Mixing potion from african forests

Mane, my aim is rain on you shame,

It’s not a game, hold your dame

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

Takin' aim at the white rhino like poachers

So in the mean time, keep it moving or accept that

All these haters get aim- itis evrey time i spit

Too drunk to aim, so i might accidentally

To my gunfulfillin' my destiny

Better aim than a shooter,

And there's little to be glad for