This is a song about "Target markets insurance"

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

She on media take out, but don't take out her kids

You disappear if yo wack ass is a target

Holla at ya boy young roy’s in the kill shit

One month later you cornered me in market, you thought i could be an easy target.

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

But he kept his eye on the tip of the target

You need more assist than the handicapped kids, oh, shit

Seemed like target, saw my friend named mandy

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

Sure hope asap's insurance for the beat

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

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

And when it come to tight games i'm o.t. with the bitches

My talent should take me places i've never been

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