This is a song about "Targets"

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

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

So here i am at the store for some chips

Sitting on the high tops sniping you targets,

Heartless targets while i'm steadying the sharpness

The critics are calling me conscious

I think found where your mind was

New targets when i see new faces

Yeah they're my targets

The jiggas and the tips

Im a head hunter with targets on every head

You know if you was harder than me then you'd be lead

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

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

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

And tell them bitches we real niggas is bout that