This is a song about "Target starbucks"

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

All i wanna know girl what yo name is, i see them other niggas they be on that lame shit

Yet you still shook when i discussed the target of today/

Feeling like these rap niggas ain't as real as they say

No one give a damn when they breathe in the least bit

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

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

Ile find my target where ever its hiding,

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

Explosion even killing the starbucks liberals

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

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

Smoke that weed then we do the damn thang every evening evening

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

Render you washed ashore target tuned, in, red dotted point of view ending you,

It feels good putting money in your mailboxi love paying rent when the rent's due