This is a song about "Young aim"

Sky is no limit and beyond am gonna aim/

He said he needed a come up, because selling nicks' was lame

Ill minded imma take aim,

Things'll never be the same

Give us this day, our daily bread

Or aim for the head instead,

Aim bullets straight at your dome

Playin with fire is a danger zone

Too drunk to aim, so i might accidentally

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

If you do then ima have to aim and fry

Them other niggas smoke, they ain't this high

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

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

These young nigguhs be busting my young nigguhs stuck to me

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree