This is a song about "Targets"

'fore you love you a nigga, try loving your kids

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

I be giving work to the kids

Yeah they're my targets

Put your whole goddamn career in a casket

Fuck stand your ground, it targets black males, they forgot it,

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

Thats what i wanted, you to get pissed, single targets out when i intend to diss.

This shit get critical, always gotta get different one

On a mission, can see targets with thermal vision

Targets you, sick, im the flu, its venom i spew

Rev up the lamborghini, and hail it for you

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

Targets filled with the markups of wack artists

You need more grease in your hair, so they weaves you

Targets you, sick, im the flu, its venom i spew