This is a song about "Aim"

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

I got great aim though, don't insult me

Finding more light to shed

Or aim for the head instead,

My aim is to win when placed with a pen

With a ski maski'm the first one to warn them

Email too, facebook, aim, everything gone

Conversations on the phone til the break of dawn

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

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

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

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