This is a song about "Aim"

Through all that rain, i kept my flame

Mane, my aim is rain on you shame,

Too drunk to aim, so i might accidentally

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

Email too, facebook, aim, everything gone

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

A working genius, a work of art

I clap shit-aim at your heart

Keep your eyes open, i can only say i'll try

If you do then ima have to aim and fry

Yeah i know a city that's surrounded by a beautiful beach

Is impossible to aim or reach with your banal screech

Now me and quik gonna show you niggas what it's like on this side

Hand my ass a gun and i prolly couldn't even aim right

My aim is to win when placed with a pen

Riding around with ms. reece and them