This is a song about "I have goals"

I have to admit, i have to yawn.

Wolves is out past dawn on your front lawn

Every goal i have ever set my self i have accomplished

Of felons, killers and monsters, so revealing and honest

I'ma work for everything i have

Smoke more junk while the junkies laugh

I have to be quicker, i have to be the victor

Like my flow ain't cold like a new york winter

Hold your applause until the ceremony end

And i have a few messages that i have to send

Cause you know, aside from me strugglin' or coming up in one of the most

Scoot through noosed goals clutched in individual own birthright tombstones

Scoring goals through your legs, like those anaheim ducks

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

Every second tell me how you pressed em at the monte crystal

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