This is a song about "Target starbucks"

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

Hands on the steering wheel, blush while she bail out bustingfuck em all, watch em fall screaming

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Do i bring discomfert to you're upper middle class starbucks dicks

Ile find my target where ever its hiding,

Abroad flying and bar buying from broad writing

Seemed like target, saw my friend named mandy

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Explosion even killing the starbucks liberals

And i need you to show me love

Bitch i'll fuck you for some target practice

Covering their arms with cuts and spending all their money at starbucks

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

Smack you back in ya place when target ya people//

Inside of me, but the thoughts it tells me are still evil