This is a song about "Aim"

Aim bullets straight at your dome

Soon as i get home

All these haters get aim- itis evrey time i spit

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

Ill minded imma take aim,

Through all the rain and the pain

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

In that 09' range while i'm singing old tre shit

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

Email too, facebook, aim, everything gone

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

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

My aim is to win when placed with a pen

If a nigga didn't fake like them