This is a song about "Hollywood goals"

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

Our goals unfold with no torch to see the open road

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

From hollywood to the hood

The clinical attempts at schizophrenia's critical

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

Cause with your hand in my hand and a pocket full of soul

It's impossible to accomplish goals if you don't set a goal!

Climbin a mountain to my life goals/

Body doze, who ? give em karate blows

She gon' shake that little ass while they rain with that cash

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

We did it again last king, ymcmbi don't pay for bitches

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

Welcome to organized crime

Now you have your goals, and a deadline