This is a song about "Aim"

Is impossible to aim or reach with your banal screech

Rollin with my d-o-gs i'm chiefin on some long beach

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

I think you need the streets to succeed the industry

And then i'll lay you down and record soft porn

Email too, facebook, aim, everything gone

She ain't tryna go low, go head home

Aim bullets straight at your dome

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

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

I aim to cause strain until your cranium busts,

And trying to start today with arguments

I clap shit-aim at your heart

They don't hear my bark

Too drunk to aim, so i might accidentally

Must be something you want me to see