This is a song about "Aim"

Mane, my aim is rain on you shame,

I swear i'll never call you bitch again

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate

All these haters get aim- itis evrey time i spit

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

Masturbation seems to be primary aim of this nation,

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

Takin' aim at the white rhino like poachers

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

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

I think it excited her

Better aim than a shooter,

Its my trigger finger just slit when i aim

How i'm brought up, then you probably feel the same

Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit

Housing projects, middle class gangsters, aim and spark it,