This is a song about "Chopper got aim"

I mad plus i got a mad shortgun, aim at two niggas and see them both run.

Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one

And its simple as that baby

I got great aim though, don't insult me

Ill minded imma take aim,

Bad rap, cuties claim

I aim to cause strain until your cranium busts,

God gave me wisdom and you disbelievers atheists

They swore that i was all fuckin' nuts like a gay porn

Email too, facebook, aim, everything gone

So we can live again

Mane, my aim is rain on you shame,

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

Bitch call a fucking doctor, bring a medical chopper,

Give us this day, our daily bread

Or aim for the head instead,