This is a song about "Aim"

I suggest you do it, and aim for the stars

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

Im trying to see her in bed

Or aim for the head instead,

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

Alias, mussolinimentally unstable, "g" status

Mane, my aim is rain on you shame,

I swear i'll never call you bitch again

And reflect on the rap game, i came

Its my trigger finger just slit when i aim

All these haters get aim- itis evrey time i spit

Sit the fuck down all you old niggas stand me, faggot

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

I make a way for my people to see the light

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

And if she have it, she gon' change her blackberry status