This is a song about "Goals"

When i get my v12, i’ma be in six of them

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

Is all over and all of your goals are gone!

I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb

Our goals unfold with no torch to see the open road

My bitch on the come-up while your bitch is going broke

I spit murder, every bar is a crime

Now you have your goals, and a deadline

The day has come, dipset remains the ones

Scoring goals through your legs, like those anaheim ducks

And if that means that i'm askin for too much

If my goals are odd i take as a challenge

Scoot through noosed goals clutched in individual own birthright tombstones

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes