This is a song about "Aim"

Throw her slightly to the right, so dyke i'm kinda wrong

Email too, facebook, aim, everything gone

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

I suggest you do it, and aim for the stars

Blasting out some backyard

I clap shit-aim at your heart

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

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

They gon tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

If you do then ima have to aim and fry

Mane, my aim is rain on you shame,

So much to say a scrabble game

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

Masturbation seems to be primary aim of this nation,

Ridin’ round, and this bitch dirty

I got great aim though, don't insult me