This is a song about "Acheiving your goals"

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

Common goals to testify, a lesson to lessen others eyes

So i banged for a minute

Roll your eyes & talk your shit.

If my goals are odd i take as a challenge

Streets is calling square niggas leave a message

So much class, double d’s and ass

Of your image, your touch, your laugh

Where's your wealth? where's your fame?

I'm that extreme, so haters complain

I was playing with guns

Fuck your bars, fuck your demons,

Now you have your goals, and a deadline

Fight for what broad, these hoes ain't mine