This is a song about "Aim"

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

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Too drunk to aim, so i might accidentally

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

I aim to cause strain until your cranium busts,

My mom is all i have so it's never meet the parents

I suggest you do it, and aim for the stars

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

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

Like my skin was leather madeleatherman louis

And if the sky fall tonight, we all be alright

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

If you do then ima have to aim and fry

Fresh to death, when i step, you can hear momma's cry