This is a song about "Black people cops target"

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

Bitch i'll fuck you for some target practice

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

We dont fuck with no cops,

Red riding is getting some of this wolfly odder cock

This is hell's spot, where people tell cops, to bail knock

Air baggage claim awaiting miss thang outta st. louis

But whats a mac attack, if the target you miss?

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Seemed like target, saw my friend named mandy

Pain you'll harvest, cause you're the artist's new target

No one give a damn when they breathe in the least bit

Dragging heat on our trail we just bail from cops with black whips

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks

Praying to god i can slide and slip out the devil’s grip

But i get all the best discounts, i live in a target