This is a song about "Aim"

All these haters get aim- itis evrey time i spit

And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shit

I feel goodgot some time off, girl, it's been so long

Email too, facebook, aim, everything gone

We're the same, i aim to separate you from this

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

Mami told me son, hold your own

Aim bullets straight at your dome

Pictures of me in my final stage you know mama cried

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

Let me breathe hard like it was hard

I clap shit-aim at your heart

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

I suggest you do it, and aim for the stars