This is a song about "Target markets insurance"

Hands on the steering wheel, blush while she bail out bustingfuck em all, watch em fall screaming

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

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

Always keep a rubber, word to telly in kids

But he kept his eye on the tip of the target

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

I reel them in, goadomes on see

Seemed like target, saw my friend named mandy

For the next one to call me up talking that shit

Pain you'll harvest, cause you're the artist's new target

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

We did it again last king, ymcmbi don't pay for bitches

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

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

Adolf hitler if he was alive he would be my first target

I'm the first one to do that i bet you never knew that