This is a song about "Target markets insurance"

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

It ain't my place to say and i hear all that

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

It use to be love, happiness and companionshipremember when i treated you good

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

And if you got it you gettin wet, nigga bet on that

But he kept his eye on the tip of the target

Push the cellar ceiling up and make the tower tip

The coupe i’m in is rented, i ain’t wit’ all that commitment shit

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

You ain't gotta screw up your face in front of the kids

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

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

And this candy gets me cheddar im the markets top supplier

Remove the organs from their carcass and sell em on the markets.

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings