This is a song about "Aim"

Email too, facebook, aim, everything gone

Said "how?" "don't trip," but, yo, the trick is wrong

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

And for the nigga that pulled the trigger then tried to slide

Its my trigger finger just slit when i aim

With my name on em: that’s a damn shame

You in the basement, i'm on the roof again

Sky is no limit and beyond am gonna aim/

I aim to cause strain until your cranium busts,

Takin' notes on how to win, fuckin' students

Is impossible to aim or reach with your banal screech

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

Masturbation seems to be primary aim of this nation,

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

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

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