This is a song about "Aim"

Too drunk to aim, so i might accidentally

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

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

Together all the timethought it was true love

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

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

All these haters get aim- itis evrey time i spit

I got the whole damn world on this shoe shit, true shit

I feel goodgot some time off, girl, it's been so long

Email too, facebook, aim, everything gone

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

Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses

Ay yo your girl around me? that's like sand to a beach

Is impossible to aim or reach with your banal screech

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

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money