This is a song about "Aim"

All these haters get aim- itis evrey time i spit

Put your whole goddamn career in a casket

Cause either you gonna whine or you climb; i chose the latter

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

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

You hear that shawty, shh no more talking alright

Housing projects, middle class gangsters, aim and spark it,

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate

Or aim for the head instead,

Kick back and know yo son set

Aim bullets straight at your dome

Now i'm in the zone