This is a song about "Kurt kk aim"

I clap shit-aim at your heart

Like a small garage in your backyard

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

Masturbation seems to be primary aim of this nation,

I aim to cause strain until your cranium busts,

God gave me wisdom and you disbelievers atheists

You never tire, might as well as inspire

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

Aim bullets straight at your dome

Stop blowing up my cellphone

Housing projects, middle class gangsters, aim and spark it,

I'll roundhouse you into a fucking basket

I don’t care where ya are

Better aim than a shooter,