This is a song about "Target"

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

You ain't gotta screw up your face in front of the kids

Must be something you want me to see

Seemed like target, saw my friend named mandy

Cover the building in green my nigga: fred segal

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

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

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

And get a hall pass for this class-act shit

But he kept his eye on the tip of the target

Get loose like a jew when i do rhyming

Ile find my target where ever its hiding,

Unstoppable force and you're my target

Moms really getting mad when i call you that

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

The little engine that could, this little nigga is good