This is a song about "Aim"

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Masturbation seems to be primary aim of this nation,

We was lookin for change 'til barack came

Mane, my aim is rain on you shame,

Playing field ain't levelling the lane

Ill minded imma take aim,

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

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

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

Is impossible to aim or reach with your banal screech

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

All these haters get aim- itis evrey time i spit

Too drunk to aim, so i might accidentally

Whaddup hoops, tell them it was for the money

Sniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

If you do then ima have to aim and fry