This is a song about "Aim"

I don't need no fucking throne

Aim bullets straight at your dome

Now say fuck them other bitches them hoes ain't shit

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

And when it come to tight games i'm o.t. with the bitches

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

Rollin with my d-o-gs i'm chiefin on some long beach

Is impossible to aim or reach with your banal screech

Where they cherish gangsters and not teachers

Takin' aim at the white rhino like poachers

Give it to these broads,imake em soar back and all that

All these haters get aim- itis evrey time i spit

And to my soldiers rocking green in the country

I gotta' aim high, that's my ability,

Mane, my aim is rain on you shame,

The bitch badder than any bitch that you name