This is a song about "Moving target"

Ghetto whip you lisa like your margerie and homer's kid

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

Seemed like target, saw my friend named mandy

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Back washing to my gang, you don't wanna take a sip

But he kept his eye on the tip of the target

Moving in a fuckin slew

And real bitches don't respect you

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Rap was his only hope, like weapons shooting, seconds moving

Im moving so fast im moving right past,

Stuck in my high, afraid of heights, i'm trapped

But you giving up my resolution is music moving

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

You disappear if yo wack ass is a target

And hold on, we go longyou feel that, we get that