This is a song about "Aim"

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

Together all the timethought it was true love

Ay yo your girl around me? that's like sand to a beach

Is impossible to aim or reach with your banal screech

I aim to cause strain until your cranium busts,

Mixing potion from african forests

Give us this day, our daily bread

Or aim for the head instead,

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

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

I suggest you do it, and aim for the stars

Yeah, tell me about the love of ours

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

Takin' aim at the white rhino like poachers