This is a song about "Aim"

All these haters get aim- itis evrey time i spit

You need more assist than the handicapped kids, oh, shit

Aim bullets straight at your dome

And it's well known that rell home

Make music for the masses, but still aim for the bases,

Fuck what them niggas saying i aspire for greatness

Pictures of me in my final stage you know mama cried

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

They'd rather see us locked in chains, please explain

Its my trigger finger just slit when i aim

Masturbation seems to be primary aim of this nation,

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

Email too, facebook, aim, everything gone

Yea i'm livin' right these niggas dead wrong

Housing projects, middle class gangsters, aim and spark it,

And tell them bitches we real niggas is bout that