This is a song about "Aim"

Aim bullets straight at your dome

That he dont even own

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

I got great aim though, don't insult me

Said "how?" "don't trip," but, yo, the trick is wrong

Email too, facebook, aim, everything gone

I clap shit-aim at your heart

Hope all over again, we can start

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

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

I suggest you do it, and aim for the stars

Mane, my aim is rain on you shame,

Parking lot of the blue flame