This is a song about "Aim"

So you can see why they mad, look at they status

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

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

‘cause every mother’s day needs a mother’s night

You tryin hard to maintain, then go head

Or aim for the head instead,

All these haters get aim- itis evrey time i spit

It’s a fact that i ain’t givin’ up my stacks like that

I suggest you do it, and aim for the stars

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

Email too, facebook, aim, everything gone

Yea i'm livin' right these niggas dead wrong

If you went to prison youde aim to drop the soap faster

To you niggas biting my flows and my subject matter