This is a song about "Aim"

I don't need no fucking throne

Aim bullets straight at your dome

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

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

I clap shit-aim at your heart

Hope all over again, we can start

Say bye bye to her

Better aim than a shooter,

Music, i have to listen to music all day long

Email too, facebook, aim, everything gone

Make music for the masses, but still aim for the bases,

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

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

Is impossible to aim or reach with your banal screech

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

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