This is a song about "Aim"

And strangle you with that fucking leather jacket

All these haters get aim- itis evrey time i spit

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

I suggest you do it, and aim for the stars

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

Masturbation seems to be primary aim of this nation,

Email too, facebook, aim, everything gone

J cole, don trip, drake, big sean

Mane, my aim is rain on you shame,

Can't wear grs, i'm pitching cocaine

Yeah i know a city that's surrounded by a beautiful beach

Is impossible to aim or reach with your banal screech

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

Just to go to liv on a sunday