This is a song about "Aim"

And i ride for any nigga who believe in the shit

All these haters get aim- itis evrey time i spit

If you went to prison youde aim to drop the soap faster

And i won't be lyin' when i say i’m a sick rapper

Mane, my aim is rain on you shame,

Just plain pat visions with some sick aim

I respect that you don't know yet

Or aim for the head instead,

And aim all of my drive by's at holocaust survivors.

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Too drunk to aim, so i might accidentally

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

I aim to cause strain until your cranium busts,

Die young, corpse identified by your parents

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

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