This is a song about "Target markets insurance"

Just be there to help me and support me that's what you're here for

And this candy gets me cheddar im the markets top supplier

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,

Straight conch got a nigga feeling seasick, oh shit

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

Shit be happening for a reason, everything is everything

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

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

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

For the whole week, no time for cold feet

Sure hope asap's insurance for the beat

But he kept his eye on the tip of the target

Wale, you must know im on my stuntin shit

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

They rock n rolland bring tha funk to tha whole nation