This is a song about "Aim"

You just tryin' to run game

Ill minded imma take aim,

Takin' aim at the white rhino like poachers

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

Better aim than a shooter,

Baby, you know who you are

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

And mansions on the fault line of a shaky market

I clap shit-aim at your heart

Know give me a head start

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

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

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

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

I am marvin with mind, but i listen to wayne

Its my trigger finger just slit when i aim