This is a song about "Aim"

I aim to cause strain until your cranium busts,

I can pass out many scantrons, fail many students

Is impossible to aim or reach with your banal screech

Yeah i know a city that's surrounded by a beautiful beach

And now these geechi mother f-ckers all know my name

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

And i make music for the fuck of it, no fame

Its my trigger finger just slit when i aim

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

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

Yeah, you can tell em i’m home

Aim bullets straight at your dome

Mane, my aim is rain on you shame,

Trying to renovate the game