This is a song about "Aim"

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

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

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

My hat is always the color of cactus

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

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

Who fly? i'm a red eye with eye drops

I suggest you do it, and aim for the stars

So don't worry about my motherfucking name

Sky is no limit and beyond am gonna aim/

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

Niggas run and hidenapoleon will provide

I clap shit-aim at your heart

See, and now life seem hard

Trying to catch me riding dirty

I got great aim though, don't insult me