This is a song about "Aim"

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

Too drunk to aim, so i might accidentally

See, with you, i never see it wrong

Email too, facebook, aim, everything gone

Ay yo your girl around me? that's like sand to a beach

Is impossible to aim or reach with your banal screech

All y'all niggas taking shots, just adjust your aim,

Who do you blame? it's a shame because the man's slain

Cause i ain't know for who or what the fuck to get

All these haters get aim- itis evrey time i spit

Ain’t seen ya since the 12th grade, even back then

My aim is to win when placed with a pen

I'll teach you 'bout equity and real estate honey

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

I say i’m wrong, you say come again

Ill minded imma take aim,