This is a song about "Aim"

They say i'm wrong and i'm heartless, but all along

Email too, facebook, aim, everything gone

I suggest you do it, and aim for the stars

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

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

She's tryna fall back, cuz she say i'm all that

Its my trigger finger just slit when i aim

Down in dallas at the all-star game

If you do then ima have to aim and fry

We ain't doing armani, this is hermes fly

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

It's a battlejust for tha big money

See, where i come from is hard

I clap shit-aim at your heart

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

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