This is a song about "Hollywood goals"

All i heard was a few pouts, i think they were the hollywood bash

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

Sex is just a weapon, i can leave you wet from this pistol

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

Our goals unfold with no torch to see the open road

It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke

Wake up, turn on your tv and see my ass again

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

My issue isn't televised and you ain't gotta tell the wise

Common goals to testify, a lesson to lessen others eyes

She prefer the dutty wine

Now you have your goals, and a deadline

Huh, got to get better with time

Go out and work, read your goals 'fore bedtime