This is a song about "Aim"

Tryin'a keep up with my mind, and you wonder why

If you do then ima have to aim and fry

Ay yo your girl around me? that's like sand to a beach

Is impossible to aim or reach with your banal screech

Too drunk to aim, so i might accidentally

Whaddup hoops, tell them it was for the money

But the industry's a lot like, a crap game

Its my trigger finger just slit when i aim

Masturbation seems to be primary aim of this nation,

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

And trying to start today with arguments

I aim to cause strain until your cranium busts,

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

Now momma told me be careful who you love

For the next one to call me up talking that shit

All these haters get aim- itis evrey time i spit