This is a song about "Kurt kk aim"

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

Thoughts, cause you're an outsider tryna get in brain

I clap shit-aim at your heart

See, where i come from is hard

I'm glad you didn't part kurt cobain style

They say i don't never smile

Masturbation seems to be primary aim of this nation,

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

20 racks really thats sneaker money

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

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

I got great aim though, don't insult me

And niggas ain't shit but you already knew that

All these haters get aim- itis evrey time i spit