This is a song about "Aim"

Life’s a bitch and i feel her

Better aim than a shooter,

You could say i'm friends with fred

Or aim for the head instead,

Tats all on my arm, these hoes say i'm that bomb

Email too, facebook, aim, everything gone

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

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

I'm babe ruth in this game, beige coupe in the lane

Its my trigger finger just slit when i aim

Not only from the rap game, i'm including the planet

All these haters get aim- itis evrey time i spit

All y'all niggas taking shots, just adjust your aim,

Don’t want nothing from a nigga; he all kinds of lame

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

For shootin' done to you or we're losin' money