This is a song about "Target on my back"

Unstoppable force and you're my target

Just take them clothes off oh look you got your hair did

But he kept his eye on the tip of the target

We gonna ball all year, nigga know that

Umm, this lane is open if, if you need

I've returned though see, slowly back on my feet

Call it boomerang, it comes right back on my ass

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

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

Shit be happening for a reason, everything is everything

Ile find my target where ever its hiding,

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

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

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

Seemed like target, saw my friend named mandy