This is a song about "Tacking off target"

Organized crime, i kill your boss

Blasting off and slacking off/

Speed up, patience, please cause

But il cut your dick off

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

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

I'll show you where my rare essence is at, the adolescence of rap

Target just be prepared because you not i all was come with that

Looking at them haters crammed in the dodge stratus

Bitch i'll fuck you for some target practice

You ugly fuck,forget beyonce,target duck daisy

Lips, hips, hair drops down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

Cause our run will never be over, not at least until we say

Yet you still shook when i discussed the target of today/

Checks delayed n' lights turned off

Run a cartel like a real rick ross