This is a song about "Aim"

And if the sky fall tonight, we all be alright

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

But the industry's a lot like, a crap game

Sky is no limit and beyond am gonna aim/

Masturbation seems to be primary aim of this nation,

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Too drunk to aim, so i might accidentally

That's why i traded r. kelly my sister for a new hit

All these haters get aim- itis evrey time i spit

I suggest you do it, and aim for the stars

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

I got great aim though, don't insult me

We the 93 chicago bulls baby

Keep your eyes open, i can only say i'll try

If you do then ima have to aim and fry