This is a song about "Aim"

Or aim for the head instead,

Is not far from white girls with big bread

That naturally act like these raps is a mattress

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

All y'all niggas taking shots, just adjust your aim,

Shit, i use the same line, like i did again

You in the basement, i'm on the roof again

My aim is to win when placed with a pen

Email too, facebook, aim, everything gone

Music, i have to listen to music all day long

They calling me the hottest in the game

Its my trigger finger just slit when i aim

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

How can i persuade more heads to hear this great shit

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

I'm a geophyte, move under the ground til i can see the light