This is a song about "Achieveing goals"

European model white bitch is eating donuts

Scoring goals through your legs, like those anaheim ducks

Conversations on the phone til the break of dawn

Is all over and all of your goals are gone!

You know i’m stickin' to that proper code: strapped up, lock n load

Our goals unfold with no torch to see the open road

Scoot through noosed goals clutched in individual own birthright tombstones

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

Don't let your goals lead you where your hell is,

Babe you know it gets no better than this

If we ain't right and always at the throats

In minimum 1000 volts of reachin my goals

Common goals to testify, a lesson to lessen others eyes

Cherry red dice i’m a gambling man i’m never taking twice

When a rapper tells me about their goals, i know it's fictional,

Sex is just a weapon, i can leave you wet from this pistol