This is a song about "Aim"

I clap shit-aim at your heart

See, where i come from is hard

Brought this shit to fruition, took my niggas to vegas

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

Masturbation seems to be primary aim of this nation,

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Why don't you take a sip up on this champagne

Its my trigger finger just slit when i aim

And aim all of my drive by's at holocaust survivors.

Yeah, uh, where's the love for the sixteen writers

My aim is to win when placed with a pen

Dress pimping-like and toast like less when

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

Satin to the silks, i'm icy when it's sunny

I guess i got to be a fucking hand-me-down rapper

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