This is a song about "Goal"

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

I ain't superstitious i make all these broads split my pole

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

Take off in 7 trolley stops, the goal is cops

Playing field ain't levelling the lane

My goal is to clean the stain

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

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

Timmy got his bike stole

I kept my eyes on the goal

Relationships should never rewind

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

When it comes to spitting that fire

My goal in life to diminish her

With my end goal in sight

See i can put down the pipe