This is a song about "Aim"

Too drunk to aim, so i might accidentally

Spread the word and witness, he rose on the first sunday

We are being wiped off the face of this earth

Takin' aim at the white rhino like poachers

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

Make music for the masses, but still aim for the bases,

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

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

Aim bullets straight at your dome

Now i'm in the zone

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

And aim all of my drive by's at holocaust survivors.

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

Is impossible to aim or reach with your banal screech

Let me breathe hard like it was hard

I clap shit-aim at your heart