This is a song about "I have goals"

I have mad skills, i have stacked up mad bills.

But this ain't physics or rocket science

I'ma work for everything i have

When you let that nigga grab your naked ass

Now you have your goals, and a deadline

They ain’t got no life ‘cause they always on mine

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

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

And i can see us after school, we'd bomb

Is all over and all of your goals are gone!

Scoot through noosed goals clutched in individual own birthright tombstones

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

And if that means that i'm askin for too much

If my goals are odd i take as a challenge

Talk much shit cause i never had shiti could remember being whupped in class

I can feel your energy from 3 demensions away, i have my board i have