This is a song about "Aim"

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir

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

Niggas is hot when i hit the block, what if i die tonight

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

Now my eyes chinese, keep the loud lit

Housing projects, middle class gangsters, aim and spark it,

Yeah they always defend you, look how they say your name

Its my trigger finger just slit when i aim

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

Bitch, you tried to play me like a dummy

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

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

This is known as a classic, yeah that chapped lips crack shit

All these haters get aim- itis evrey time i spit

You fail at life, i'll mug your teachers

Takin' aim at the white rhino like poachers