This is a song about "Aim"

Mane, my aim is rain on you shame,

Now that's what you call a game

I bet you've never seen a pig fly

If you do then ima have to aim and fry

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

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

But bitch you dumb as fuck to right from wrong

Email too, facebook, aim, everything gone

He's in it for the sportrunnin circles round his

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

Better aim than a shooter,

"contemplate", i wrote about her

And if she have it, she gon' change her blackberry status

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

Aim bullets straight at your dome

Be shy when we're all alone