This is a song about "Aim"

Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses

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

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

And they'll forever out ya, that's why you always quiet

And to my soldiers rocking green in the country

Too drunk to aim, so i might accidentally

Email too, facebook, aim, everything gone

I feel goodgot some time off, girl it's been so long

Masturbation seems to be primary aim of this nation,

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

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

Blasting out some backyard

I clap shit-aim at your heart

Got them thugs with me, yeah, we about that business

We're the same, i aim to separate you from this