This is a song about "Aim"

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

All these haters get aim- itis evrey time i spit

All y'all niggas taking shots, just adjust your aim,

Nigga don't know how to rap but i'm in the game

Yeah, you can tell em i’m home

Aim bullets straight at your dome

I got great aim though, don't insult me

Than the muse of a family

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

I once contemplated suicide, and woulda tried

I clap shit-aim at your heart

Ballin, folarin so goddamn hard

My aim is to win when placed with a pen

If your mind is on sex you must got esp then