This is a song about "Tacking off target"

But il cut your dick off

They right too cause

Please hold your applause

Get off, for i pop off

Where did i leave off, jacking off?/

Organized crime, i kill your boss

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

No benefits still a nigga never hissy fit

Smacking and tacking you with big bold bolts of lighting too/

There's nothing man made than can make it just you

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

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

And i can't help but stare, cause

It's about to fall off,

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

Target spreading, aren't you heading arm and leg in