This is a song about "Aim"

All these haters get aim- itis evrey time i spit

I felt a tear roll down my facethat was daddy's bullet

I got great aim though, don't insult me

To them it's just a story

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

Press, they look at me like i'm a menace

Gray coupe, whip in momma's name

Mane, my aim is rain on you shame,

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

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

Sky is no limit and beyond am gonna aim/

I swear i'll never call you bitch again

Aim bullets straight at your dome

Real street nigga, ain’t no clone

I aim to cause strain until your cranium busts,

Takin' notes on how to win, fuckin' students