This is a song about "Aim"

They don't hear the bark

I clap shit-aim at your heart

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

Listen, i said we gonna have a good time tonight

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

I suggest you do it, and aim for the stars

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

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

I aim to cause strain until your cranium busts,

On my mama nigga, i be gone for months

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

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

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

Masturbation seems to be primary aim of this nation,