This is a song about "Aim"

Email too, facebook, aim, everything gone

Throw her slightly to the right, so dyke i'm kinda wrong

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

Press, they look at me like i'm a menace

Sky is no limit and beyond am gonna aim/

Never let the game play youand for the fame

All these haters get aim- itis evrey time i spit

Not only from the rap game, i'm including the planet

I don't toot my own horn but i'm a cold train

All y'all niggas taking shots, just adjust your aim,

If you do then ima have to aim and fry

These haters hope i hurry up and die

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

Like your bitchin' wife and sister might get tonight