This is a song about "Fourth and goal"

My goal is to clean the stain

Straight shots don’t toast champagne

I have the end goal of becomin' famous,

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

I kept my eyes on the goal

Open up your contacts then scroll

Look at it like this, you have one goal in mind,

Dope money still a object, it’s the same damn grind

I was breakin' ‘em down, now i’m sellin' ‘em whole

Cause it's impossible, i seek the hardest goal,

Spelling like a fourth grader skipping every dot

Out there on my bumper like a city cop

I forswore this fourth whore is no

When people wore pajamas and lived life slow

Just put a shawl and pray asking god to change your goal

To clear my head i'm feelin low, losin control