This is a song about "Aim"

Letter to the ghetto, hold your head high

If you do then ima have to aim and fry

Shit ain’t better alone

Aim bullets straight at your dome

Email too, facebook, aim, everything gone

It’s weird shawty, your wares showing me dead wrong

You just tryin' to run game

Ill minded imma take aim,

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

Brought this shit to fruition, took my niggas to vegas

Mixing potion from african forests

I aim to cause strain until your cranium busts,

Ain't too fond of relationships though my hobby is relation

Masturbation seems to be primary aim of this nation,