This is a song about "Aim"

Well, brenda's barely got a brain

Its my trigger finger just slit when i aim

I aim to cause strain until your cranium busts,

My mom is all i have so it's never meet the parents

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

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

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

And i know you lookin at me like you don't speak english

Yeah, he blowing up your cell phone

Aim bullets straight at your dome

I suggest you do it, and aim for the stars

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

If you do then ima have to aim and fry

I told her all about how we been living a lie

Mane, my aim is rain on you shame,

Aimin' at them skin headed bitches let it rain