This is a song about "Aim"

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

It's about niggas and bitches, power and money

It’s not a game, hold your dame

Ill minded imma take aim,

Aim bullets straight at your dome

Don’t hit my twitter, leave me alone

I aim to cause strain until your cranium busts,

On my mama nigga, i be gone for months

All these haters get aim- itis evrey time i spit

Ex-boyfriend was wack, she had enough of all that

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Too drunk to aim, so i might accidentally

I suggest you do it, and aim for the stars

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars