This is a song about "Aim"

And everything on tv just a figment of imagination

Masturbation seems to be primary aim of this nation,

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

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

No wonder why when times get hard

I clap shit-aim at your heart

I got great aim though, don't insult me

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

Aim bullets straight at your dome

Stop blowin' up my cell phone

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

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

Mane, my aim is rain on you shame,

See dog? rap is my aim