This is a song about "Aim"

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

Alias, mussolinimentally unstable, "g" status

Let me breathe hard like it was hard

I clap shit-aim at your heart

Why don't you take a sip up on this champagne

Sky is no limit and beyond am gonna aim/

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

My aim is to win when placed with a pen

No benefits still a nigga never hissy fit

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

Email too, facebook, aim, everything gone

And then i'll lay you down and record soft porn

Cuz they all broken, why do ghetto birds die

If you do then ima have to aim and fry