This is a song about "Tacking off target"

I ain't really famous but the ladies need my picture though

That makes y'all target practice for their vocal automatics so

Smack you back in ya place when target ya people//

Rather die making money than live poor and legal

Once you've messed up you can't go back, made a target,

Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

Ile find my target where ever its hiding,

Intendent attend them, cool cause

Blasting off and slacking off/

Speed up, patience, please cause

But il cut your dick off

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

Render you washed ashore target tuned, in, red dotted point of view ending you,

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

You ugly fuck,forget beyonce,target duck daisy