This is a song about "Aim"

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

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

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

Takin' aim at the white rhino like poachers

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

Take a shot at the excorcist then x em out with these words

Baby, you know who you are

Better aim than a shooter,

Masturbation seems to be primary aim of this nation,

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

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

You like this, brothers actin stiff like cactus

If you went to prison youde aim to drop the soap faster

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

If you do then ima have to aim and fry

Have a toast for tha homiessee we both gotta die