This is a song about "Aim"

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

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

And i can see us after school, we'd bomb

Email too, facebook, aim, everything gone

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir

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

Riding around with ms. reece and them

My aim is to win when placed with a pen

Going broke, no sir

Better aim than a shooter,

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

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

Takin' notes on how to win, fuckin' students

I aim to cause strain until your cranium busts,