This is a song about "Aim"

If you do then ima have to aim and fry

Cuz they all broken, why do ghetto birds die

I'll whip a 750 if it's black on chrome

Aim bullets straight at your dome

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

The look of no hope on my niggas' faces

All these haters get aim- itis evrey time i spit

Black foamposites, it's like we on that mobbing shit

And all women who had light features, see

I got great aim though, don't insult me

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

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

Masturbation seems to be primary aim of this nation,

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