This is a song about "Aim"

Know i just call it head phone

Aim bullets straight at your dome

Or aim for the head instead,

I respect that you don't know yet

Man that eats me alive, roll the leaf and get high

If you do then ima have to aim and fry

Hypnotized the masses behind versace glasses

We're the same, i aim to separate you from this

Ballin, folarin so goddamn hard

I clap shit-aim at your heart

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

Pictures of me in my final stage you know mama cried

Is impossible to aim or reach with your banal screech

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