This is a song about "Goal"

Or like monumental mixtape of the moment

Started playin' though, now my goal is to get whackers fame fucked.

Give me a sign, tell me how you wanna roll

Ironic how murders their eternal goal

I have the end goal of becomin' famous,

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

And if i want to go outside

With my end goal in sight

The jager in my cup is licorice black

Never missin cause my goal is what i'm pitchin at

Of my soul, while ultimate goal is to usurp this this throne

Don’t let it drift away like a feather and i’m home, home, home

My goal in mind but not yet set

Their buzz internet and mines in her net

I had beautiful words but girls never listened

The goal is the globe and... the versace robe and