This is a song about "Aim"

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

This my little brother on my mother's side, our father died

Ill minded imma take aim,

Uh, yeah, hot damn, here we go again

I suggest you do it, and aim for the stars

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

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

Whaddup hoops, tell them it was for the money

Letter to the ghetto, hold your head high

If you do then ima have to aim and fry

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

Quick to socializing with the baddest bitches

Masturbation seems to be primary aim of this nation,

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been