This is a song about "Acheiving your goals"

Fuck your prison, fuck your life

Rollin' down the four o five

Scoot through noosed goals clutched in individual own birthright tombstones

And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes

Ain't come from no happy home, my pain y'all cannot decode

Our goals unfold with no torch to see the open road

But when her friend visits i doesn't get it much

If my goals are odd i take as a challenge

Your body's right as rain

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

Like how the fuck did we miss this kid's shit

*angel* hell no, eric, those goals are generic,

I ain't superstitious i make all these broads split my pole

It's impossible to accomplish goals if you don't set a goal!

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

They calling me the hottest in the game