This is a song about "Aim"

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

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

Heard the sound of several gun shots

I suggest you do it, and aim for the stars

Or aim for the head instead,

Woo-hah, got you all in check

Triple white ferrari yeah thats the easter bunny

Too drunk to aim, so i might accidentally

Ay yo your girl around me? that's like sand to a beach

Is impossible to aim or reach with your banal screech

Masturbation seems to be primary aim of this nation,

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

Living in jail, this is hell, enemies die

If you do then ima have to aim and fry