This is a song about "Aim"

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

Alias, mussolinimentally unstable, "g" status

My mom is all i have so it's never meet the parents

I aim to cause strain until your cranium busts,

I clap shit-aim at your heart

We raiders of the lost ark

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

Email too, facebook, aim, everything gone

I suggest you do it, and aim for the stars

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

And to my soldiers rocking green in the country

Too drunk to aim, so i might accidentally

Better aim than a shooter,

I share rhyme in the sewer