This is a song about "Aim"

All these haters get aim- itis evrey time i spit

And niggas ain't shit but you already knew that

I'm on my grown man b.i you see why

If you do then ima have to aim and fry

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

And i ride for any nigga who believe in the shit

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

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

Too drunk to aim, so i might accidentally

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

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

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

Or aim for the head instead,

Nobody ain't own us yet