This is a song about "Aim"

Better aim than a shooter,

And i ain't frontin for her

I swear they think i'm crazy

I got great aim though, don't insult me

Rollin with my d-o-gs i'm chiefin on some long beach

Is impossible to aim or reach with your banal screech

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

I refuse to be another being on this earth

I aim to cause strain until your cranium busts,

Mixing potion from african forests

Too drunk to aim, so i might accidentally

Bitch, you tried to play me like a dummy