This is a song about "Geting my goals"

I’m coming back like light-skin and

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

We need to set our goals and go out and chase em

But when it’s all said and done i’mma be ahead of them

Yea! we got a lot of star power in the building tonight

Geting back to just spittin with all my motherfuckin might/

Flexin' hard nigga all the time

Now you have your goals, and a deadline

Drink your ice tea and enjoy geting beaten by me

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

Its happening i had to reach my goals...nigga task complete,

This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep

Scoring goals through your legs, like those anaheim ducks

European model white bitch is eating donuts