This is a song about "Goals"

This is ace, wolf is in the back with travis snortin' coke

Our goals unfold with no torch to see the open road

Scoring goals through your legs, like those anaheim ducks

I’m a rare one, camo’s and some rare ones

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

So she went across the street, gave him a kiss

It’s weird shawty, your wares showing me dead wrong

Is all over and all of your goals are gone!

Go out and work, read your goals 'fore bedtime

Getting head counting bread, at the same down time

When a rapper tells me about their goals, i know it's fictional,

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Stuntin' for the fuck of it, i ain't with the sucka' shit

*angel* hell no, eric, those goals are generic,

In minimum 1000 volts of reachin my goals

Actually i like a broad that can bag hoes