This is a song about "Aim"

Its my trigger finger just slit when i aim

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again

I got great aim though, don't insult me

It ain't hard to make money

Through all that rain, i kept my flame

Ill minded imma take aim,

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

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

I aim to cause strain until your cranium busts,

God gave me wisdom and you disbelievers atheists

All these haters get aim- itis evrey time i spit

I ain't got no muthafuckin' daddy, he ain't teach me shit

My aim is to win when placed with a pen

I swear i'll never call you bitch again

Im trying to see her in bed

Or aim for the head instead,