This is a song about "Goal"

Yeah, back in the day my goal was slay

I'm curious jorge, fuck what dem whores say

You oughta see this, my modded sneaker is often three much

I couldn't believe it. a goal that gave me a challenge.

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

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

I ain't used to it, she got that hot love

I have the end goal of becomin' famous,

My goal is to clean the stain

Just plain pat visions with some sick aim

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

And for the time being lets me in love with the moment

I kept my eyes on the goal

Open up your contacts then scroll

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

I feel something change in the weather, and i’m home, home, home