This is a song about "Target shadow"

You disappear if yo wack ass is a target

With a home girl, best friend, lover, all that

I'm always dressed up but i never slack shit

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

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

He ain't touching me like martin sheen's penis

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

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

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

I give him a helping hand, bring him out to thugz mansion

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

There's no answer for it, these rhetorical lyrics

Seemed like target, saw my friend named mandy

Let me work that, know i'm nasty

Ile find my target where ever its hiding,

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing