This is a song about "Aim"

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

I’m a king to these niggas, love a queen, fuck the bitches

Yeah, uh, where's the love for the sixteen writers

And aim all of my drive by's at holocaust survivors.

Aim bullets straight at your dome

Soon as i come home

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

I suggest you do it, and aim for the stars

I clap shit-aim at your heart

No wonder why when times get hard

Took my heart away from money

I got great aim though, don't insult me

Hand my ass a gun and i prolly couldn't even aim right

Cus what you give me let me know that we'll be alright