This is a song about "Aim"

I just want somebody i can see

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

Aim bullets straight at your dome

Little latasha sho' grown

Together all the timethought it was true love

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

See you gotta get high or die, cause even thugs cry

If you do then ima have to aim and fry

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

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

Better aim than a shooter,

Just to let you know, you are

Ain’t seen ya since the 12th grade, even back then

My aim is to win when placed with a pen

Its my trigger finger just slit when i aim

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