This is a song about "Target"

You might be my next target of my crazy diseases of wicked heart freezing,

Shit be happening for a reason, everything is everything

I'm tryin to keep income comin' in and collect on my ass cap

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

Mitt romney walkin' inside target, buyin' all the pickets

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

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,

Ile find my target where ever its hiding,

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

But that's a shitty accent you should've figured that

You disappear if yo wack ass is a target

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

And my vision isn't set on the money i get

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

I found myself losing focus at a sunday service