This is a song about "Targets"

Heartless targets while i'm steadying the sharpness

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

Sitting on the high tops sniping you targets,

Go and get it motherfucker, if you murder kids

Fakers get used to shootin targets, soon as the dark hits

Tell em they mind clippin i give em like 5 minutes

New targets when i see new faces

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

On a mission, can see targets with thermal vision

A powerful meaning for a targets carcass

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

I could spend a whole damn advance on some kicks and some pants son

I have a hit list with my targets and striking one by one

I take out of my largest targets, and fake artists.

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips