This is a song about "Cant aim"

Aim bullets straight at your dome

Put my number in your phone

It's a pimp in my ride, no need to pimp the ride

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

Its my trigger finger just slit when i aim

Either one, dun, long as my digits the same

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

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

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

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

Is impossible to aim or reach with your banal screech

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

Takin' notes on how to win, fuckin' students

I aim to cause strain until your cranium busts,

Or aim for the head instead,

Like sally mae on college debt