This is a song about "Aim"

Hand my ass a gun and i prolly couldn't even aim right

Niggas run and hidenapoleon will provide

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

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

I’m just a young nigga caught up in this rap business

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

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

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love

I suggest you do it, and aim for the stars

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

Its my trigger finger just slit when i aim

Tryna get a nigga with a all-star name

Ill minded imma take aim,

I say i’m wrong, you say come again

I clap shit-aim at your heart

They don't hear my bark