This is a song about "Goals"

And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes

Scoot through noosed goals clutched in individual own birthright tombstones

Is all over and all of your goals are gone!

Conversations on the phone til the break of dawn

Westside, bitch i run mine

Now you have your goals, and a deadline

You's a fag, you like that shit, o.f. is the fucking clique

Its happening i had to reach my goals...nigga task complete,

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

I'm gettin money til my pockets need a tummy tuck

Cruising on relationship, but need a different boat

Our goals unfold with no torch to see the open road

So let's have a toast, everything fine

Go out and work, read your goals 'fore bedtime

Climbin a mountain to my life goals/

Took me a while just to write those