This is a song about "Aim"

Is impossible to aim or reach with your banal screech

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

Too drunk to aim, so i might accidentally

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

Aim bullets straight at your dome

So i guess you think you grown

Now everybody put your hands up high

If you do then ima have to aim and fry

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

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

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

Whole midwest, detroit, nap town, st. louis

Email too, facebook, aim, everything gone

Shit on anybody with opinions, you dead wrong