This is a song about "Goal"

Life is like a phone booth, these pigeons is the fuckin' toll

I know i'll never have you back but i won't lose that goal.

Their buzz internet and mines in her net

My goal in mind but not yet set

No use running, to collect you souls my sole goal its funny

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

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

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

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

Harder than my dick when taylor swift is in my basement

My goal is to clean the stain

See dog? rap is my aim

So the devil that drove in her got in control

In i go, aiming for the only hole... the only goal,