This is a song about "Target"

You disappear if yo wack ass is a target

I got the whole damn world on this shoe shit, true shit

And they say i'm over heads cuz they don't understand... that

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

But he kept his eye on the tip of the target

And niggas ain't shit but you already knew that

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

I’m simply fuckin’ with bitches that know they whole position

Ok, you probably think i get ‘em all with the cash flow

That makes y'all target practice for their vocal automatics so

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

Two bitches named tiffany i left them with a pair of kids

Ghetto whip you lisa like your margerie and homer's kid

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

Bitch i'll fuck you for some target practice

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus