This is a song about "Aim"

I am not tina, buddy, do not give my window pain

All y'all niggas taking shots, just adjust your aim,

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

Magic city, a stack for the fattest asses

Email too, facebook, aim, everything gone

Shit on anybody with opinions, you dead wrong

He said he needed a come up, because selling nicks' was lame

Sky is no limit and beyond am gonna aim/

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

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

I'm babe ruth in this game, beige coupe in the lane

Its my trigger finger just slit when i aim

My aim is to win when placed with a pen

Gets harder than rihanna when