This is a song about "Goals"

Scoring goals through your legs, like those anaheim ducks

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

If my goals are odd i take as a challenge

But when her friend visits i doesn't get it much

Now you have your goals, and a deadline

If the bitch bad i could pass you a dime

I'm longer than em: i ain't talking no rockin republic

Got my own goals nd imma tear at em like a monster truck

Don't let your goals lead you where your hell is,

But not a single fuck for y'all bitches

Is all over and all of your goals are gone!

They swore that i was all fuckin' nuts like a gay porn

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

I hope you studied because he's testing your faith again

Cause you know, aside from me strugglin' or coming up in one of the most

Scoot through noosed goals clutched in individual own birthright tombstones