This is a song about "Aim"

Its my trigger finger just slit when i aim

100 million dollar nigga, nigga say my name

Shorty throw it back and a nigga might love that

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

And trying to start today with arguments

I aim to cause strain until your cranium busts,

Aim bullets straight at your dome

Be shy when we're all alone

Takin' aim at the white rhino like poachers

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

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

I'm sitting on this couch, wrist bloody

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

Now my eyes chinese, keep the loud lit

All these haters get aim- itis evrey time i spit