This is a song about "Aim"

Guess i'll meet her right back at start

I clap shit-aim at your heart

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

I suggest you do it, and aim for the stars

Ain't too fond of relationships though my hobby is relation

Masturbation seems to be primary aim of this nation,

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

My uncle doing life, inside prison he wasn't wrapped too tight

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

So she went across the street, gave him a kiss

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

So you can see why they mad, look at they status

Yeah, uh, where's the love for the sixteen writers

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

I was so sincere like nas first name

Ill minded imma take aim,