This is a song about "Aim"

If you do then ima have to aim and fry

As i take you through a ghetto nigga's lullaby

I aim to cause strain until your cranium busts,

And trying to start today with arguments

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

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

See these bitches can't cut in yo business

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

I suggest you do it, and aim for the stars

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

But pussy and patron will make you feel alright

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

Takin' aim at the white rhino like poachers

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years