This is a song about "Aim"

Too drunk to aim, so i might accidentally

For shootin' done to you or we're losin' money

And its simple as that baby

I got great aim though, don't insult me

Once as a slave who imagined being free

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

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

Masturbation seems to be primary aim of this nation,

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

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

Can't wear grs, i'm pitching cocaine

Mane, my aim is rain on you shame,

Or aim for the head instead,

You got pets? me too: mine are dead

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

And they say i'm over heads cuz they don't understand... that