This is a song about "Aim"

Too drunk to aim, so i might accidentally

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

All these haters get aim- itis evrey time i spit

I stay with grandma, she always bitching about her carpet

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

Is impossible to aim or reach with your banal screech

Its my trigger finger just slit when i aim

Then i wait for them days to turn good again

Air baggage claim awaiting miss thang outta st. louis

We're the same, i aim to separate you from this

Yea i'm livin' right these niggas dead wrong

Email too, facebook, aim, everything gone

Better aim than a shooter,

Jt: didn't get a gift for her

Takin' aim at the white rhino like poachers

We are being wiped off the face of this earth