This is a song about "Aim ware"

Said "how?" "don't trip," but, yo, the trick is wrong

Email too, facebook, aim, everything gone

When it comes to spitting that fire

Have a ware and look above ur

All these haters get aim- itis evrey time i spit

Moms really getting mad when i call you that

Message for nintendo, sega and the old ware.

You ain't gotta stare, go cop a pair

I got great aim though, don't insult me

The good kid from the ugly city

I'm going off the top of the brain

Ill minded imma take aim,

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

Is impossible to aim or reach with your banal screech

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

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