This is a song about "Bad aim"

Woo-hah, got you all in check

Or aim for the head instead,

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

I aim like i hold the gold compass, a gold atlas.

Aim bullets straight at your dome

Know i just call it head phone

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

Yea! we got a lot of star power in the building tonight

I get it crackin' like the lips of a nigger, actor

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

If you do then ima have to aim and fry

See you gotta get high or die, cause even thugs cry

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

With hugs and kisses, valentine cards and birthday wishes